You’re such a pretty little flower.
Time we made you really dirty…
You’re being forced into something you don’t want by our brother. He’s a lying, manipulative scumbag. He doesn’t care about you. He’ll blackmail you as long as he sees dollar signs.
But he doesn’t know that we see you.
You make our blood boil.
In those tight little skirts.
Swinging your hips side to side.
Makes more than our mouths water.
We’ll save you. Then we’ll share you.
Think you can handle us?
Think you can hold on for the ride of your life?
Because it’s no longer a question of will you swing your hips as you walk by us?
Its will you walk the next morning at all?