Two Days

Love’s Been Sold Garrick Rawlings 2007 The tattoo on her back, rides squarely upon her crack And the rings that she chose, to poke through her nose Tell a story with her pose, in very hip clothes Her daddy never made it, she learned young to fake it The quest in her eyes, tell urgent little lies And the apple of them eyes, is a rather “interesting” guy Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme She don’t matter, she don’t try Long ago truth be told, love’s been bought, love’s been sold Long ago truth be told, love’s been bought, love’s been sold The cell phone in her ear, makes conversation queer The collagen in her lips, provide much bigger tips Which she plans to invest, in silicone for her breasts Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme She don’t matter, she don’t try Long ago truth be told, love’s been bought, love’s been sold Long ago truth be told, love’s been bought, love’s been sold The orbit of her ass, give Levi’s a little class And her silver studded belt, hide feelings she once felt And the tattoo on her back, rides squarely upon her crack