How? I can't get it that you're stylish and classy,
Middle 20s with great tits and an ass, so fat, man, I can't handle that.
Then what's your problem in finding the right man? What?
It seems to me that you like the immature guys with ego problems,
who treat you badly, don't know what it means to be a man,
and Confusing being nice with the weakness of the shit is really unheard of!
It also seems to me that you see it that way yourself, so confused
that you love him more when he kisses himself older.
If he behaves like an ace then you are there to save him from himself,
forgive him for the bruises because you think only you can help.
You sacrifice yourself in an attempt to draw him to you and get him.
If he says he doesn't want anything solid, he can't love you either.
Today he swears to you that he needs you, tomorrow he needs her Freedom.
He also says that to five other women, they are just as stupid.
I'm sorry if I'm being so drastic, but sometimes I ask myself,
why are yours beautiful Are your eyes so blind?
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Sorry, what's that supposed to mean? Let's be friends?
I see you every day starting with half a sports team.
All your guys are complete idiots, what's that supposed to mean?
Hey, come on Ÿ don't fall for the trick
-Let's be friends-.
How? You've checked out life and your job is great,
Your butt is covered with a balcony, bidet and parquet.
You massage your bare foot to feel more relaxed.
I'm talking about jazz, but I'm thinking about sex with you on cupboards and chairs.
We're sitting there with candlelight and wine and talking about life,
the latest problems, but white Ÿ I, there could be better things.
You're complaining because your guy is tearing you down, lying to you every day,
as usual I get like that what irritated by the stupid shit, no honestly.
Are you too stupid to see that and turn around and take away your right?
My ex did that too, you can just leave!
I know this shit might not be easy to see,
but call me when you're ready to stand free again.
I really don't mean to be disrespectful, but I don't hold myself accountable,
Just being the ear you need and crying in the rough times.
Come to me when you cry, but run back to the bum.
I'm sorry, but we seem to be missing a common denominator, right?
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And don't follow me: things between us are so strange.< br/>I don't need you in my circle of friends, honestly, I already have plenty of homies.
I need a woman who loves me and gives me everything,
who covers me no matter what and my hospital in mental war.
I'm tired of all the half-romances. You smile at me,
I know you feel my cock when we dance,
you want to sleep with me tonight with a G-string and tits out
and then tell me we're friends, but my hormones are freaking out.
It's okay if you don't want to have anything with me,
but then please don't call me anymore , no matter what you want to say.
In stark contrast to you, I am consistent, I hope you forgive it,
when I say what I think. That's the difference between me
and the other guys who play the same game as you,
but for me that's just too stupid.
I have a lot too much shit to do to waste my time,
I'd love to be the man whose name you're screaming, but unfortunately I have to cancel.