Damaged Goods

You sit in your red party dress,
Handing out invites to people who don’t care,
But it’s you’re life and you don’t care.

You’re putting on you’re make up,

You think you’re looking real cool
But all your friends see is a fool.

But its you’re party and you’ll cry if you want to,

Die if you want to because,
You’re damaged goods.

You stand there with you lips the colour scarlet,

Trying to act sexy but ending up like a harlot.
When people want a little you always give more.

You’re such a little princess it’s got to be you’re way,

Because you’re worlds so important,
You can’t let people have their say.

Staring in the mirror at your reflection,

You see you’re life as a picture of perfection.
You’re damaged goods.

Thirty something and still living at home,

When you going to learn it time to grow?
You’re damaged goods.

The moneys coming in and life is easy.

Why can’t you see when you’ve got it good?
You’re always baying for someone’s blood.

You know all you’re friends use you like a tool.

So you hand out gifts to those you think are useful,
But it’s ok because you play them for a fool.

You try to act like you’re grown up,

You make me want to throw up,
You’re damaged goods.

Rat Raisins