Don’t Spoil Me

I scoot in dark alleys, and cruise in dirty lanes.

I love crushing pleasure on blood-stained window panes.

There you sit in sunshine, destroying the terror,

Save your light for yourself, and spare me the horror.

 

Don’t make me all so nice,

Oh, don’t you even try.

I’m the perfect bad boy,

Don’t spoil me.

 

I care not for feelings, even though they be mine.

Just give me girls and weed, and I’ll be fit and fine.

I’m your classic pervert, sinful and obnoxious.

Don’t give me crap by being so concerned and anxious.

 

Don’t make me all so nice,

Oh, don’t you even try.

I’m the perfect bad boy,

Don’t spoil me.

 

You know what virtue means? It’s cowardly and lame.

You got to have the guts to play a filthy game.

Just stop being so hopeless, come, be a little bad,

Being just like what you are is impossibly sad.

 

Don’t make me all so nice,

Oh, don’t you even try.

I’m the perfect bad boy,

Don’t spoil me.

 

October 2009

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