Walk around with your head held high,
For all they know is that you are fly.
But we both know the secrets in which you hide,
For which scares you the most too keep it inside,
I turned you down many times before,
While all you thought was "what a w*****"
You turned in your virginity at age eleven,
and know every girl to give you some heaven.
But keep on struttin and act like a player,
and asking girls "Whats your flavor?"
Because i could hear that hunger you crave,
The one you'll never get and take to your grave.
You need some love and deep desire,
For someone to spark in your heart a fire.
You asked me once and i told you twice,
End the parties and try to be nice.
The word "gentleman" is so distant from you,
You could chase it around until you go blue.
No, its not the blew that you got last night,
To relieve the stress from our little fight.
You seem to use pleasure as your little key,
And women as your doormats and make them say please.
Well i am the door and im stopping you now,
Keys entering my hole will not be aloud.
 
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