I met a new friend on the horizon
But friends no more
She makes me sick to the core
I wanted to attack her, but I chose to ignore

I attended her wedding
It was so beautiful and raw
But the vowles she spoke did not last
Because she is a whore

Her husband must also choose to ignore
Living in the desert, only four hours from the shore
after a few drinks, we piled in the door
full of giggles and laughs we drove the four
She had to sit in the middle between my man and me
claims to be car sick you see

Her dirty fingers chose to slide
They hovered on my boyfriends side
They couldn't go much further than this as we arrived at the beach
I wish he had told me this

It happen on the way back home
As we stopped half way he let me know what a dirty, dirty little hoe
I had to hold and not explode as we drove the rest of the way

I fantasise about beating the bride who's fingers chose to slide
But I have to remember to be the better, and hold on to my pride.

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