If I were the kind of girl that
you wanted me to be, I would
already have been out
with you. Probably to one of
those parties, those parties
where fun comes
in a bottle, and none of it's
really yours.
If I were that kind of girl, I would
take you just because
I know I can have you. I would
march straight up to you
and touch you like
I know I can. But if I were
that kind of girl, I would
know how to answer your questions
more coquettishly, a vapid demeanor would
be my saving grace.
If I were that kind of girl, I wouldn't
care that you've never really said
a meaningful word to me. I would
most likely throw up at that
party, I would
end up staring into a toliet bowl,
find myself without even
a girlfriend to hold back my hair.
I'm not that kind of girl, though.
My mind is my comfort, my one
safe place, and since you are
that kind of boy, you never really
penetrate it. The only problem is that
sometimes I curse my integrity, wishing I
was
that kind of girl.
