About A Girl
What is it about the girl?
shes not unique in her physique
having been bred of bone and sinew
having tendencies to bone and send you
resolved to exhale passions breath alone
What is it about the girl?
wont write the check that you might cash
cant say the words to keep your ass
dont have a heart to hold on to
her fingers in the honey-pot, her hooks in you
What is it about the girl?
that you dont know to leave
its your own heart thats got you deceived
take a step back and speak honestly
choose to be lost or choose to be free
dont know one or the other, dont know the mother
cant find your way in her land
youre stumbling, youre fumbling; dont bother, discover
you dont have a heart to put in her hands
her crocodile tears, your fabricated fears
wasting your cold grains of sand
subtle desertion during submission
displays of affection be damned
What is it about the girl?
you dont believe your luck
majestic mane; cool, wicked style
dont hit; cant be the life; you suck
four-letter word rhymes with your fate; lame fuck
What is it about the girl?
did she beat you to the punch
still dying to have her for lunch
wilin and stylin, youre missin the crunch
just dont remember the crawfish you ate; lame fuck
RiqA