Ay, pobrecita. what a poor little girl
Pull the strings, she'd pirouette
What an idealistic, faithful girl, sad eyed-puppy
And you left her in a cardboard box on the side of the road
When you grew taller, she platformed
When you were cold, she was there
When you f**ed, she faked harder
Two pink lines later..
Almost like she was never there at all
Pobre. f**ing. chica