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If You Think (song lyrics)

by Britt Zimmerman

Heard you talking with your friends
said you had it made in the shade
gonna wine me dine me 69 me
well ya better think again
I aint spreadin my legs for the likes of you

If you think I want you
you better think again
If you think I need you
you better think again
If you think I love you
you better think again
I've closed my legs for much better men

You treat me like a bitch
You treat me like a whore
you treat me like a toy
but i wont take it anymore
I aint spreadin my legs for the likes of you

If you think...

Your a spreadin disease
Your a tic on the floor
Your a sorry mother fucker
just hopin to score
I aint spreadin my legs for the likes of you

If you think...

So keep talkin to your friends
about how you make the girlies scream
but babe I'd need a peniscope
just to see what ya mean
I aint spreadin my legs for the likes of you

If you think...

02/01/2003

Posted on 02/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Britt Zimmerman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 11/15/03 at 01:39 AM

excellent.....

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