They are all alike and like all of them
He's got man boobs and a shallow fringe
Prone to baldness and belly of a beer keg
Everything you say falls off his ears
And he only talks from the books he repeats
He mocks all girls thinking he's handsome
Plays the mysterious so to hide he's empty
My, oh my, what an insecure little man
All shoulders and throat, no truth no spine
You can do much better than him, he knows
That's why he's always jealous and at war
He even hates you and wishes you dead
Just that you get out of his predictable head
And guess what, no wonder, he wouldn't
Give you proper head as he should have
Because he doesn't believe in improving
He has long surrendered to his insufficiency
And though you thought the world of him
And actually wanted to give him the world
And saw him as perfect, entirely, as he was
And even saw past his neglect and excuses
You should know he would never get it truly
What you meant by the world and him
Specially you who never wanted to be queen
To be going to rule anyone or anything
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