My Paper Girl
Oh, you poor, poor paper girl,
You poor paper girl with your
Paper thin skin
Paper thin lips
Paper thin teeth
Paper, paper, thin as paper girl.
Paper thin girl,
Isn't it lovely how you fold yourself just so?
Corner to corner, crease to crease, over and under, and back around again,
Lord knows how I love it
While you twist yourself around me
And whisper, whisper so loudly through your paper thin teeth,
All the colorful paper lies you stuff down my throat.
And, paper thin girl, I wonder if you know,
If you've heard through your paper thin ears,
How much I just want to rip, rip, rip your paper thin self to paper thin bits.
Oh, but my dear paper thin girl,
How sick in the head you are,
To never know how paper thin you are,
To try and lay where you just don't fit, my paper thin girl.
But my dear paper thin child,
My paper thin girl,
My paper thin friend,
My paper thin liar,
And oh, oh, oh how I wish you'd float your paper self into the mouth of some poor paper shredder,