Pretty Painted Toes

 
There is the stench of hate, 
cremated within me slicing
through,to the core

Where your love resides
It's disgusting , repels my need
Created, by your cheating
 heart and your sexy friend here

Wouldn't it look nice, if I
dressed her up in a pretty pink
dress with F*ckn little bows 
in her hair?

I would take this cord and wrap
it tightly around her neck
Baby, you could sit here in this
chair and hold your sweet little
thing by her painted toes

Watch me spin her treacherous
little ass see her ribbons make 
psychedelic shapes in the air

But wait, you must hold tight
other wise,
Well, 
 I can't guarantee her survival.
That is unless, you would
 like to hang up there
instead
If you think she gives a fuck
about whether you live or die.
You really think so?