The ring hits the floor,
then a slam of the door.
Don't bother to look again.
She's angry this time,
she won't be back 'till ten.
Probably in some fancy car,
better hope he doesn't get far.
Maybe she'll never come back.
She was a feisty one,
she was bound to crack.
Shouldn't have called her a 2-buck whore,
for nothing, then beat her to the floor.
Hey, at least it made you feel great.
Give this fake-diamond ring
to some other girl you hate. |