said she danced the tango, skip the light fandango was zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses, down at the peep show watchin all the creeps, so she could tell the stories to the girls back home, she went to the city and got social security . . .
the places you play and where you stay, looks like one great big alleyway
you'll admire all the number-book takers, thugs pimps and pushers and the big money makers
On Myspace or other sites with private messaging, after a series of back-and-forth messages, sending one that ultimately ends the chain.
You: Hey, what's up?
Girl: Not much. How bout you? =
You: I want to skeet on your face and make you slurp it up.
You: Wait, I didn't break the message chain did I?