Pickup girl
with her pickup lines
for one or a thousand
she's one of a kind

Pickup girl
she's been dumped before
with her scrap yard signs
and used by dates
debris from a battered life

shorts skirts that hide hurt
come again
you might make her turn circles

Pickup girl
with her frills
rouse cheeks to tell it all
legs that beg for imagination
but still drive to distraction
the boys that go on by

Pickup girl
she can tell if your game
but you cant try tame her
and never will
she wants more than you could ever give
but takes your soul with a smile

Pickup girl
loose to find
a man who's blind
pick me ups
filled with bumps
shared,bared, worn,torn
she's hard with wear

pickup girl
with a heavy heart
heavy from carrying what she should not


her mothers child
all over again

Short note...This isn't about me before anyone gets worried...Hi mom!!! No...%) It's just a general observation I wrote a few months ago about what happens when a wound is left to fester and breed...The cycle a disease that is a struggle to break free from.