little miss
hold up,
little miss aint the same cold cut,
tryin to be some sorta grown up,
little miss lightning in a bottle
got me so struck,
little miss break the mold make a new model,
like so what,
little miss chemistry,
little miss tellin me…
we prolly shouldn’t talk,
she knows that it rains so she draws lines with chalk,
and she knows it’s a game and she also hates to lose,
rollin with the punches hopin that she won’t bruise,
tryin to make a case for somethin she can’t prove,
tryin to out-think time is something you can’t do,
so she’s out drinking wine, scheming her next move,
smooth, isn’t she…
little miss efficiency
