I've played the market
played the field
been a widow
know how it feels
hard and fast
now, I kneel
you walked in and
shit got real
there you stood
in a yellow shirt
looking my way
oh, what a flirt
spilled my drink
all over my skirt
you were gonna love me
or make me hurt
buy you a drink?
the tall one said
I didn't need one
to go to my head
you'd look great
layin' across my bed
another notch?
or a golden thread
pretending was never
a game I played
always up front
with the words I laid
didn't take long,
I knew right away
my future was written
all over your face
played the field
been a widow
know how it feels
hard and fast
now, I kneel
you walked in and
shit got real
there you stood
in a yellow shirt
looking my way
oh, what a flirt
spilled my drink
all over my skirt
you were gonna love me
or make me hurt
buy you a drink?
the tall one said
I didn't need one
to go to my head
you'd look great
layin' across my bed
another notch?
or a golden thread
pretending was never
a game I played
always up front
with the words I laid
didn't take long,
I knew right away
my future was written
all over your face
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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