Skank

You go around here,
Talking about me.
Sp please tell me dear,
How am I a hoe?
At least he's my boyfriend.
I don't send dirty pictures.
And I didn't offer him,
A nasty blow job.
I don't talk about you,
Behind your back.
I don't see the point,
In doing that.
We don't even go to school,
Together anymore.
It's not even cool,
To gossip like people think.
So shut up,
And stop talking about me.
It's not getting you anywhere,
I promise you, hunny.