Tart

I never saw you licking your lips or wiping jammy smears off your fingertips,

So well rounded, never thought you could stumble,

Good clean manners, always seemed so humble,

Throughout it all it made you sick cause you were yearning for something and you weren’t getting it quick,

But I’m not a tart,

Heard a mighty rumble,

Thought you were hungry for love,

No, you wanted lust to fill you.

I’m not something you try and then just spit out,

Don’t tell me you love me if you don’t have the heart,

The things you did for me always seemed so sweet,

You were in for the wrong kind of treat,

I never knew you liked women a saucy flavour,

Thought you’d prefer a fresh one you’d always savour.

Never seemed sugar-coated, didn’t come in a wrapper,

So assumed you had nothing to hide, though what was really inside…

But I’m not a tart,

Heard a mighty rumble,

Thought you were hungry for love,

No, you wanted lust to fill you.

I’m not something you try and then just spit out,

Don’t tell me you love me if you don’t have the heart,

He found what he was really looking for when he bit into a tart then spat her out on the floor,

Revolting thing is he was wanting more, germs wriggled around and stuck to the carpet,

Juice stained the bed and trickled everywhere,

Why did you look to pick fruit when I reveal none? Don’t know what woman you think I am, I’m not that one.

Even if you saw me as a piece of meat, that didn’t give you any reason to butcher me,

You made a mis-steak thinking I’d share my joint but that’s not the point.

Now he sucks his thumb trying to vacuum crumbs,

Flaking like pastries, can’t clean up their mess, what a couple of—

But I’m not a tart,

Heard a mighty rumble,

Thought you were hungry for love,

No, you wanted lust to fill you.

I’m not something you try and then just spit out,

Don’t tell me you love me if you don’t have the heart,