I'm a midnight vodka.
Only loved me at midnight...

For the eight time this year,
Where were you again...

And it came, November.
The third time he asked a favor...

Good thing I'm a writer.
I play with words and not with fire...

Don't think your so cool.
It's not always about you...

Whenever he suits up
That red polo, with sleeves pulled up...

Fudge, fudge, fudge.
What is wrong with me...

Laughing so damn loud.
Like a hyena on hunting ground...

I know how to end,
The life of a mockingbird...

Careful little lady
You are coveting someone's...

Just like a windmill,
tall, white and pretty to see...

You can not cover
Who you really are, over...