Sour Girl

Lemonade drips on her cracked freckled lips, I was studying the way that she speaks, Her tone got rough, like she's had enough, she was tired of amusing the freaks. Her eyes were aged like a sage in deep study, I was drowning in the wisdom of word, the moment came, she was shouting my name, and I knew my infatuation was absurd. She moved like a model on a runway, her hips were like heaven to watch. I thought I could be hers someday, or at least another bedpost notch. I went inside where the mysteries hide, caramel smooth I told her what i would do, her hands were cold in a barbie doll mold She says okay I have chosen it to be you. I followed her home, we would be alone she undressed me like a nurse in a war. her silhouette was a sight I won't forget but her moves I couldn't take anymore. She moved like a model on a runway her hips were like heaven to watch. I thought I could be hers someday, or a least another bedpost notch. She lacked the sugar to make her sweet, a bitter taste in my mouth when I eat A sour girl from her head to her feet. The strangest girl I ever did meet. A sour girl, a sour girl, a sour girl, a sour girl.....