Stare at your street

That place will never greet

All alone just passing time

Status so tough 

But then it got rough

Either/or is your crime

Won't refrain, to hide disdain

For you

Naive mind

The pigeonholing kind

Conversation worth a dime

So move along

And find where you belong

We don't need your nursery rhyme

Did you use her and refuse her

For that trophy at the end of your line

Did you use her and abuse her

For that trophy at the end of your line

Did you use her and confuse her

For that trophy at the end of your line

Did you use her and try to diffuse her

For that trophy at the end of your line