I Could Die for Cute

I could die for cute
Oh, I perceive your mousetrap mind in the diminutive
Oh, you little brute -
So casually you dismiss the love I have to give

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I don't want to be free; no plea bargain for me
Parenthetically, I could die for cute

I could die for cute
Your shopworn little jailbait charms I deign to condescend
But the point is moot:
With grace that's almost violent, you exit with my friend

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Who'd have thought this simper was the way my world would end?
Your little goatee, the way you subscribe to every trend!
I admit I've got no disbelief left to suspend
But I can forsee the grave into which I must descend
If I die for cute

Hazel Iris A-list meters have no time for tears. With lashes divine
They scan for the fabulousness sign
Sweetly you affect a jadedness beyond your years, but not beyond mine
And from the retirement home I'll whine:
I could die for cute
How I adore your awkward pose, transparent and inept!
But I could not mute
You never wanted to be had, but only to be kept

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