6-finger girls

By Matt Freire

6-finger girls
Knocking at your door
Thinks I’m a star
I think that I’m poor
People don’t know me
Do they really care?
Internet is out there
It’s the aids we all share
Fingers are the poets
Scratching at the walls
My face doesn’t show it
But I’m afraid I might fall
6-finger girl
Knocking at your door

6-finger girl
Knocking at your door
She wants to get to know me
I just want to pick her pocket
Thinks I am perfect
Think that I am rotten