Apple pies and slices of formality, lick the whipped cream from your fingers
Little girl, you’re ready for a taste.
At the mercy of your pistol heart,
Bullet baby, vest is off
The barrels resting in your mouth
Cover up in vodka paint
Marinate your baby skin, in 80 proof perfume.
Honey, all the gents want to take you out.
Dirty pleasures, smoking out virginity
Up the cherry tree--
Guilty babies looking pretty, stop the petty antics baby,
drink your bottle all the way to sin city.
Like the birds and the bee’s
…we’re looking for love.
Watch them flock, like a fleece come winter…
Fly the coop and tell mama you’re leaving the nest.
Lioness --
you’re ready for the hunt
Bleach your fangs and run your fingers through your mane.
Pretty baby, lets sleep on it.
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