She knows that
People are into her
But instead of leading to confidence
This makes her insecure
She knows that
She’s pleasing to the eye
What is to make of this fact
That leads to her demise

She’s a lost girl
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She got an appetite
Knows what the fellas like
Can attract the attention of any
Whether they hoop or spit to a mic
I’m just another guy
Maybe another one of her victims
Or a kind soul
That sympathizes with the life she’s living
She receives compliments every day
But is reluctant to be giving
She goes out on weekdays
Hates the thought of being home alone
She’s forgotten days of wearing PJ’s
Staying up late at night to watch reruns of her favorite shows
I know
My time with her is gonna come to an end
And whether for now I stay as a friend or as a boyfriend
I just wish she knew that
Loving yourself is one hell of an achievement
She don’t want a has been
Or some average Joe from the block
She only wants to be laughing
The men she despise are the ones who offer her a rock
Cause she knows if she accepts
It’s the end
Of free drinks, and men asking her out
She’s not enticed by what the rich dudes can offer
She’s always lived in a pretty nice house
I wish she can see
That she’s a diamond in the rough
And that instead of the alcohol and the drugs
All that she really needs is love
And not be afraid of Satan’s bluff
Blame it on trauma, exploits, or abuse
She don’t realize overvaluing physical beauty
Can cause one to lose
The message of the good news

So you only fuck with the baddest dudes huh??? And what’s your definition of a bad dude??? Ah… I see. Well like, have you ever considered that when you’re in your late 40’s, you want someone that’s going to be there by your side and take care of you??? Oh… you think that’s mad corny. I don’t know… I guess you know what’s best for your life right?