City Girl My woman, she is a city girl The one who uses heels to stand tall She walks with the grace of a giraffe My woman is rough and tough No man dares to stand on her way No one opposes her say. My woman, she pays a double price For just a small piece Of an unfinished skirt That hugs tight her butt Leaving bare her thighs Despite the freezing nights. My woman, I invite her for a dinner for two She comes with her friends and their friends too She trusts me with her bills And money for the after pills Though the furthest Ive gone Is singing to her night long till dawn. My woman, the only time she sleeps on my bed Is when blood bubbles from her womanhood Smelling iron Corrupting my cologne That time her honey is soiled So I cant be fed.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 04:57:01 +0000
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