The Pin-Up Girl
An ex did something shocking today
He sent me a picture that was quite a display
Beautiful woman, tan, high heels on her feet
It wasn’t me, I could never compete
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Sent to my ex from an agent in France
She skipped the world over as if in a dance
Beautiful woman, high class and elite
It wasn’t me, I could never compete
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Standing tall in front of a Mercedes Benz
Blond hair, head thrown back, in front of the lens
Victoria’s Secret, no doubt, she’s got the heat
It wasn’t me, I could never compete
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Her beauty more than striking, she was hot
The street were she stood, smoke rose from the lot
Curvy, perfection, posed alone on that street
It wasn’t me, I could never compete
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A message is there in the photo he sent
Pissing me off, was that the intent
Golden girl, naked, nothing discreet
It wasn’t me, I could never compete
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Blood pressure boiling, no, mine, not his
How did I miss it, his note said this
She reminds me of you, face to her feet
It wasn’t me, no, but I feel complete
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