All Complicated
By Samantha Black

It’s all Complicated
Chaotic Inundated
I’m a Nice Girl in a red dress
Confusion becomes a way of life – A
taste of you as you taste me
I fold like the house of cards
That’s where we’re at – the house of
cards – folds in on itself
Fear of the unknown – I shy away, run
away

It’s all complicated
Well, Fold me, push me, pull me, take
me
Doesn’t matter any more cuz all I want
is you

I’m a Whore in a white dress
I love you, but I don’t like you this much
This game – it drives me insane
Damned if I touch you
Fuck it – I’ll molest you
Best friend – you need to figure it out
quick

It’s all Complicated
Well, Fold me, push me, pull me, take
me
Doesn’t matter any more cuz all I want
is you

When masturbation bores me
I’ll look to you for relief
You said it makes you feel alive
Tell me why all of a sudden the change
in your beliefs
Don’t confuse the issues
I’m no longer looking for your love
I’m looking for your corruption
I call Shot Gun Hon

It’s all complicated
Well, Fold me, push me, pull me, take
me
Doesn’t matter any more cuz all I want
is you
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