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"Don't call me "son"" by BloodySparrow

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I said don't call me "son"
Because it wont be too long
before your clothes are all but gone
and you'll be saying I'm your daddy
It happens all the time
little emo-girl loses her mind
and she needs some lovin' that night
and there goes me being steady

She said "get on a plane and I'll have you tonight
your not to plain, your just another low life"
I got no secret purpose, no reason to roam the land
I'm better than someone, I'm better than another man
So come on in, settle in, settle down
Find yourself a friend and try to hang around
and don't get caught up in your world gone wrong
it's the last day or night to sing this song

I said don't call me "son"
Because it wont be too long
before your clothes are all but gone
and you'll be saying I'm your daddy
It happens all the time
little emo-girl loses her mind
and she needs some lovin' that night
and there goes me being steady

youre in the hospital like you never saw it comeing
and your out of breath cuz your tired of the running
I never me a man who was a soldier than a preacher
such a man could be the god true soul man's teacher
never met a man who was colorful and well defined
and I never met a criminal free of crime
well I got my lovin, she's in a place off too far
and I said don't call me "son", I've already raised the bar

I said don't call me "son"
Because it wont be too long
before your clothes are all but gone
and you'll be saying I'm your daddy
It happens all the time
little emo-girl loses her mind
and she needs some lovin' that night
and there goes me being steady

Well I got my lovin, and she's willing to take me too far
So I play the innocent man, and I begin to park the car
And she pulls me up, and I feel her blessed slender
and I pray to the lord, can I get some love-me-tender
I know, my lord, that I'm a pretentious bastard
And I thank you lord, that this girl has looked right past it
and we get intimate, and everything starts to move along
put down the pen, it's a good way to end this song



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On Thursday February 1st, 2007, Jonas (892) writes:
i am not trying to be judgemental, simply stating that i was and am interested in the wordplay of this piece, but i stopped reading at the dubious word 'cuz'.


On Thursday February 1st, 2007, BloodySparrow (63) writes:
dang you stopped there? you were about to get to some of my favourite lines... such a pity...


On Thursday February 1st, 2007, mysterylove (91) writes:
ah love it!


On Thursday February 1st, 2007, Freebird (624) writes:
Holy shit what a great write. The flow was amazing. Well done to say the least.



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