I ain’t no prima donna,
But my ice ain’t gonna thaw,
I ain’t no jerk,
Nor berk,
I just don’t like you anymore.
Your kind are artificial,
Your smile is a veneer;
Beneath the superficial
There lies a soulless leer.
It wasn’t till I caught you
Unaware and off your guard
That I saw you how I ought to:
Mask of wax, eyes diamond hard.
With a wantonness and malice
Like a leopard out to slay,
Less a vamp or spiteful Alice
Than a female Gilles de Rais.
When you’re happy and you’re smiling
You’re a mistress of finess;
When you cease to be beguiling,
You have only ugliness.
Be most kind to me and charming,
Act the way you know I like,
Call me lover, precious darling,
But in vain; you’re not my type.
No, it isn’t me who’s altered,
That’s a fact of which I’m sure,
I haven’t changed,
I’m still the same,
I just don’t like you anymore.
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