She grew up believing in passion and love Whose folks divorced and remarried Very naive Seen life and committments that shoulda been dead and buried Highly sentimental Sensitive Gentle beyond the point she should be What might be obvious to most, she says they too bitter Can't see the world the way she does Clean lungs, undamaged liver Sees thugs through a pink-tinted glasses Occasionally Weed does make her giggle Listen to some music closer Dudes approach her Lightly Wanna be her lover and she obliges Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires Oblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes Says shes just in love with love Cuts her classes Spending too much time entrancing romancing Things are changing quickly She's asking "why aren't you spending more time with me?" Nigga's eyes are getting shifty Coming over later smelling of pussy On his face, jeans, and sweaters something's fishy And it's not what he tells her, man, it's what he don't And she don't understand and for some years, she probly won't Just wants an honest man For goodness sake They backstabbing and cutting her throat Restraining orders follow, but she still optomistic about it Like annie, thinking tomorrow will maybe be a better day I let her pray on bended knees "ask him to send prince charming, please" She's never cheated Treats her man well Cooks, cleans, dresses sexy for him Halter tops and tight jeans Would break the law for him Go through a couple of these relationships Still stays ...
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