Killing Her

watch her walk past you
in her cream platforms
girl you gotta do something
about that hair
wouldn't you just love to kill her
there she goes
walking tall and proud
breaking my head
and dragging little boys hearts
on the hem of her skirt
slut
we'd love to hurt you
how dare you be so fine
we watch
you smile
and green
with hate
I sharpen my tongue
ready to kill you
don't laugh so coy
you know you're guilty
of killing my pride
I'll stand with my chicas
and we'll rip you apart
little slut
you know you can't survive me