To The Man That Catcalled Me Last Night

October 31, 2017

Yeah, I heard you

I just don't want to answer

Your crude 'tude

Made me dash

Like Prancer

Your drunk ass don't got no class

Should be home

Ended up alone, fast

I'm underage, I'm overtired

You'll regret this when I retire

You drink to forget

But imma make you remember

Your catcallin' club?

Don't got no female members

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