Throw me in the meat locker,
I'll freeze, I swear..
I'll stop looking at the boys,
I'll stop playing with their hair.

Pick out the piece of your choice..
My heart?
It isn't yours,
But you can make it explode.

It's a bit less than perfection;
Just below your expectations,
But it knows how to beat..
It knows how to trick a boy.

But that's not what you're looking for,
No, you want a rag doll to throw around,
A different piece of meat to tenderize..
Sprinkle your favorite seasoning on top,
She'll choke: you'll love it.

Toss her under the heat;
Yeah, your tough love:
Dirty words for a butcher knife
And a dirty place to touch.

Oh, what a wonderful lunch:
Burnt to the crisp,
And a scream with each slice..

But now she's begging to know..
When will poultry be enough?
 
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