Harlot


Why is it that nice guys finish last?
The wanderers that forgive when their heart is put in a cast.
Filled with love so strong is willing to put mistakes in the past.
The race is started over but somehow still finishes last.
Stumbling across the finish line, or not even making.
Let down your guard and leave your heart for the taking.
But they do not love us, they love waking and baking.
Popping xans and lids on beer cans
Shaking and gyrating just for the gram
or shaking and just for a gram.
twerking and not working
or working but not working.
They love the dirty
but that is beneath me
I still stand but not understand
and that is fine
somehow I still hope one sad day that you would be mine.

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