ROSES ARE RED
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
Until, that is, I met your brother.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
If only you could hide your face.
This describes everything you are not.
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
Marrying you screwed up my life.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
Except for maybe "go to hell".
Two parts vodka, one part lime.