Wyatt

You'll pay a heavy score, my almond eyes are ruined, tell me love is raw, then you pinch my bones, am like a awishing broom, attached to a useless home, my life is not so poor, whenever there's a shoo in, to escape your sorry claws, say I'm not the one, find somewhere else to room, I'll show you how it's done, don't label me by whores, forget the stuff you blew, won't give you any cause, will block all your calls, put you out of tune, shout at you get going, now you'll taste my orders, rinsed out beneath the moon, why you'll never have more, leave from here soon.