I sold my soul to the devil for a vinyl
Oh pity me, spin my heart on that box
Make it scream till it cracks
Make it bleed your name, your taste
I gave my body to big men for a spotlight
Of a blink of the eye, almost invisible, uncredited
They said you're not that pretty baby
But I was pretty last night in your sheets
I'm never good enough for more than a second
Trying me and tying me up in their net
Pretty girls cry when they drop their crown
But bad girls cry when they can't get down
Thank you for the ride, I've been waiting for someone to teach me a lesson
I take it that your cruelty was just another blessing
Now I'm the baddest baby in the game
Suddenly the bright lights make you remember my name
YOU ARE READING
Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
