My thoughts may be bad, but I couldn't hurt a fly.

I could paint your windows black and shut out all your sunshine.

I could dance with tassels around my waist and my long hair waving in my face.

I could dye all your clothes pink and shrink your underwear so it would pinch your legs.

I could take picture of you in the bathroom, losing all your privacy.

I could eat your favorite cookies and pour your beer down the sink.

I could take a hammer and smash your possessions, hitting close to heart.

But your not worth the fight anymore, you not worth the yell.

And when you look at me you won't deny my maturity.

Around me, my decency will be a shining like armor.