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By Julie Beck Morrow

“Fucks That Stick”

(Julie Morrow)

I wish you were my baby.
Then, no one would fuck with you.
I wish you were, but now, you’re not,
I’ll gain your trust, I’ll prove
you are not the doormat,
or lookin’ glass, revealing flaws
to ruthless autocrats.
You are a force, a flame with charge.

(Pre-Chorus)
Cross placid pools of decency,
toss slurs like rocks, but they’ll never subdue.
Babe, I’m the flint to your kindlin,’ stay
right by my side, there’s no fuckin’ with you.

(Chorus)
Interrupting gelid foes—
the arrows aimed to indispose.
I’ll hold the fort, I’ll man the line
to guard your fire, build a shrine.
They’ll never fuck with you again,
my love, that shit will hit the fan.

You’re gonna be my baby,
the quiet one, in camouflage.
I’ll scatter those betrayin'—
the ruffians’ grandiose mirage.
You don’t have to shield yourself
from scornful bastards thrustin’ fucks.
I’ll flip the switch, revere the sparks,
excite your flame, reverse their luck.

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You are a gem, a pearl, a prize.
You are sincere, I recognize,
but there’s defiance in your eyes,
repel their fucks and galvanize.
Darlin’ you’re my baby,
No one’s gonna fuck with you.
I’ll fan what they’ve abated,
you’ll be that bitch that scoffs and rues.

(Bridge)
Fuck all the bastards.
Indignant, ingrates.
Stand in your power.
I’ll stand in their way.

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