Souls
The Girl on My Couch
In my home and on my couchLies a girl she's oh so dullI've tried to ask her where she's from She doesn't remember No she doesn't careShe wears my clothes And laughs at her own jokesShe writes silly poems in my palmsShe drinks my wineAnd spits on my floor Cuts her toenails in my bedThough I hate herI have to confessI am enviousI am jealousShe love to cryTo Ricki LakeShe orders pizza And let's me payHer topless lifestyle'sJust too muchBut without meShe just couldn't beI'm her best friendShe always says Though she keeps forgettingMy real nameI must hate herBut I must admitShe is something I wish I were
From Letras Mania