See it’s not that you ain’t fine
It’s just that I ain’t interested
Yep you guessed it I’m the result of a love that never lasted cause lust was always present. I was hoping by the way I dressed and ignored your previous attempts that it would be evident that sweet talk leaves a sour taste in my mouth and there’s no substance behind the shallowness of your arrogance.
Yo-Coach gives me the impression that you think I would find it a privilege that you extended a compliment my way. All I can say is your affirmations or confirmation’s not revelations that I’m the one to be pursued–brother I thought you knew.
Yeah you’re fine but good looks and tight gear won’t get my time nearly as fast as a man who’s got enough insight to see beyond my Coke-bottle figure and enough vision to make me believe without “priority’s” not a bed buddy but a soulmate.
Time’s a tickin I have no more to waste on little boys or Usher-like confessions. But that Mac-daddy garbage you just recited you’re my carnal curse not a spiritual blessing. Fine men before your time taught me this lesson and now I’m the one teaching you how to treat me and those young girls who are following unknown that a fine man makes them no less beautiful or deserving of
Better
More
God’s best
No less
I’m sorry about this for sounding rude
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