In six minutes
You went from liar
To the fire
All clueless You
Showed your looseness
Was the beginning of our finish

Minute one
You had your fun
Minute two
Couldn’t find the words to True Blue
Then, at three
You were itching like you had a flea
Four, four, four
Eyeing the hand lock on the door
Good gracious alive
Shuck and jive at five
All this made me sick enough
To be on Page Six

Can’t remember
The last thing you did
Like when you told your friend last September you just fathered a kid

Still was the time you got tested
When you believed you had invested
Or infested the infected affected
Before you went and rested
The mind your mama’s priest had confesseded