She's the kind of girl who looks for love in all the lonely places. The kind who comes to poker pockets stuffed with kings and aces. She's the kind of girl who only asks you over when its raining. Just to make you lie there catching water dripping from the ceiling. She's the kind of girl who gets her slings and arrows from the dumpster. The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her. She's the kind of girl who leaves out condoms on the bedroom dresser. Just to make you jealous of the men she fucked before you met her.