Pretty, Pretty Privilege

Pretty, Pretty Privilege

Such a blessing, I'm told,

To be found suitable by any warm body,

and to never have to go to bed cold

Such a privilege, to be able to flaunt

Such a tease, just to be seen

To enjoy this body I've got,

means to consider their dopamine

Pretty body, beautiful eyes,

Captivating smile, enchanting voice

How dare I share these features

Oh wait, I don't have a choice

Horny body, leering eyes,

Forceful gaze, constricting smile,

Running towards felt right,

But now I'm ready to be apart by miles

Miles? Why?

You can't hide those hips, that voice,

I'm so alone, so come warm me

You know that pretty, pretty privilege is not a choice

Pretty, pity privilege

Warming the beds of those who gaze upon me,

Batting my lashes for those who caress me,

Please, pretty privilege, won't you come home with me?

Please, pretty privilege

I'm not so pretty, you see

why can't you come lay upon me

It's so much harder to get hard

Without such a pretty, pretty body

So take your pity, Pretty Privilege,

and let me sink my teeth in.

Pretty, pity fucking

Warming another body,

for the sensation of loving,

and then, another heart on a hook

begging to be reeled in,

when I wasn't even casting

Pity my pretty privilege,

my lack of awareness,

my inconsiderate nature

Pity my naivete,

my clumsy heart and mind,

my half-assed caricature

I am out of practice,

and I all know is this pretty, pretty privilege

So please forgive me,

When I bask in the light of the surveyors,

and faint under the teeth of men,

who need a pity fuck

from my pretty, pretty privilege