boys are like toads.
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new_name_pendin Wishing for my Hot Girl Summer.....
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i kinda had to kick myself to start writing today, but im doing it. multiple limericks, same story. ((clarification: fuckboys))

boys are like toads.

slowly i make my way to my feet.

slowly i make my way to my feet. another frog (not prince) that i had to meet.

slowly i make my way to my feet. another frog (not prince) that i had to meet. i don't have to have a prince,

slowly i make my way to my feet. another frog (not prince) that i had to meet. i don't have to have a prince, but every nice guy is on the fence,

slowly i make my way to my feet. another frog (not prince) that i had to meet. i don't have to have a prince, but every nice guy is on the fence, and to love me is an Olympic feat.

i make my way down the lonesome roads.

i make my way down the lonesome roads. why are all the available guys toads?

i make my way down the lonesome roads. why are all the available guys toads? hopping all around,

i make my way down the lonesome roads. why are all the available guys toads? hopping all around, slamming hearts to the ground,

i make my way down the lonesome roads. why are all the available guys toads? hopping all around, slamming hearts to the ground, only care about spreading their loads.

boys catch girls like flies.

boys catch girls like flies. like a spider, spinning webs of lies.

boys catch girls like flies. like a spider, spinning webs of lies. was told to love,

boys catch girls like flies. like a spider, spinning webs of lies. was told to love, but god sends tricks from above.

boys catch girls like flies. like a spider, spinning webs of lies. was told to love, but god sends tricks from above. leaves me crying on my back under the skies.

Hop, Hop, Hoppy,

Hop, Hop, Hoppy, sleepy sadness like a poppy,

Hop, Hop, Hoppy, sleepy sadness like a poppy, i no longer feel the pain,

Hop, Hop, Hoppy, sleepy sadness like a poppy, i no longer feel the pain, used to the feeling of rain,

Hop, Hop, Hoppy, sleepy sadness like a poppy, i no longer feel the pain, used to the feeling of rain, croak, croak, like my heart, all split and choppy.

so every day i listen to the croak.

so every day i listen to the croak. of boys who make it all a joke.

so every day i listen to the croak. of boys who make it all a joke. and because i have a heart,

so every day i listen to the croak. of boys who make it all a joke. and because i have a heart, they love to take it apart,

so every day i listen to the croak. of boys who make it all a joke. and because i have a heart, they love to take it apart, hopping on it until its broke.

Thanks for reading!❤

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