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I want you under me, girl.
Not in that intimate, sexual way.
Like I know you secretly want.

I don’t like the way
You talk shit when I’m not around
To pull you back from disaster.

To tell you the truth,
I want to be the one to put you in your place.

I want you under me, girl
So I can show you what you did wrong.

Let’s just assume
That for once your heart is in the right place
What do you say?
Do you say your apologies?
Do you fucking lie?

I don’t like the way
You talk shit when I’m not around
To pull you back from disaster.

You’ve broken hearts, girl
You leave them trampled in the ground.
Crushed and bloodied
Without a second thought.

I’m here to tell you.
You should have thought thrice
Before you tried that shit with me.

I may be weak physically
But I’ve got muscle behind me.
My family and friends.
They’ll be my army.

And who do you have?
A couple love-sick puppies
That’ll eventually join my side?

You’ve lost this round.

I want you under me, girl.
Down on the lowest rung of the ladder.

The one all the mud and scum is scraped off on.
It’ll blend in nicely, I think.
With your heart crushing personality.

You stomped them into the mud.

Now they’ll have their turn
And stomp the mud into you.

I want you under me, girl
Down in the gravel.
I’ll pour salt on the wounds they leave on you.

I’ll nurse you back to health
Mend your broken wounds
As best as I possibly can.
So you’ll see what you could’ve been.

I’ll have my army beside me.
More musketeers than three.
“All for one”

And hun, this time
That one is you.

We’ll help you see,
It’s possible to change who you’ll be

And after that, if you want
You could be beside me.
I’ll show you the world I see.