Stop! I have something to say,
Look! What do you see when you look at me?
Do I make you want to stick around or flee?
I want to know you see in that ho that you don't see in me!
Tell me please, I'm dieing to know,
Just because I won't put out, doesn't mean I'm not fun to be around
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder some say
Yet all you think about is where you can get your next lay.
Thats alright you know, cause one day your going to get yours.
Some sweet girl half your age will take one look at you and run far, far a
way.
And there I will be with a great man beside me,
Watching you with your head between your knees,
Sobbing, Why Me?
 
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