And just for thought...
Never play a player but I have played them all.
Yes, they have had a few rounds with me but whose admitting anything?
All the same, the stylish slacks that show that tight ass,
almost blinding whites that hypnotize you into believing there might be some decency
hiding on that tongue;
blasting your mind to that inevitable gutter we all let our minds sleep in.
Yeah, he said, would you like something to eat?
And I offered... there you go,
I can't tell you how many quarters men have wasted calling their mothers
or how many miles those poor legs have run inside those empty heads.
Nice shoes? Wanna... well, there I go.
The bolder ones grab my attention, the incredibly stupid ones,
but I know a slap will ensue upon that smooth cheek soon.
Oh, I am not a crude girl really;
just know far intimately this mating dance.
Sure, I will play all sorts of games with these gigolos.
Anything they can do, that's always been my motto.
Smokey crowded Friday night, the whole place is filled with cheese.
You can hear women giggle and tweet like birds as the men strut like peacocks on parade,
chest puffed out to scare each other away.
Apparently my sweater looks better on every man's floor
and there is a holiday between my legs... who knew?
Their eyes travel the world in 4 seconds flat,
the time needed to light this phalic cigarette...
Their thoughts run like television screens across their foreheads.
Never play a player... yeah, that's right.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.