You were a weak muse
Now doesn't that make you sad
That the house you invest your life into
Couldn't gather a beautiful word from my head
That rouge you search for the best of
Those finely manicured hands
The bronzing the sun loans you
And that perfume that lures one night stands
Boys may fall at your alter
But it's dirty little boys you find
They couldn't build you a rainbow
If you gave them a ladder and the dye
When a poet can't represent you
You're not as intoxicating as you thought
Step to the back of the line my gal
I'll use you when ugly is what I want
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