Kristina

You know that girl in high school that has a different guy every week? This is her.

Everywhere I go,
They follow me, like dogs:
"Hello boys," I croon.
"Hello Michael. Hello Aaron."
And I watch their pathetic eyes light up
When their name is on my lips.
I give them a hug, speak to them,
And you could easily see them wagging their tail.
They're practically drooling.

It's not like I don't know why.
Each time I toss my hair
They turn their sappy, puppy eyes towards me.
Their infatuation is so obvious.
I amuse myself with them, one by one,
With all the others still on my leash,
Until I send him away, his tail between his legs,
For another one.
They would all do anything for me,
Except sell their soul, but I don't care-
I've already got it.

I will always have the pick of the litter,
With my looks, my touch, my charm-
The boys follow me, like dogs,
And it is so much fun being the bitch.