He get around, I'll pretend I do too
Cole say, Ask her, her body count then times that by 6
I say times that by 12
When that number disturbs you
I'll ask for yours
You will lie because you only count sex with your girlfriends
All your situation-ships will go unremembered
Like they are not worth your memory
You will only point out where you buried the hearts
Not the body parts you love to lick
Instead, you will pretend that with me it was the first time again
Like the savage really died with them
but for me, you would rise again
47 times 12, please
564
imagine 564 people
all men
marching into my vagina
and they are all dead
bang bang
and I'm gone again
That's what I see
When I see you,
I imagine each vein in your body must have popped for a different one
The truth is I don't trust a man not to be a slut
It seems to be the excuse for the last century
A woman can't act like a man
I don't,
I finally acknowledge, ain't nothing worse than being policed by a man that needs mental blockage to cum
When I got to acknowledge the truth take you at face value
and the lies you might be telling too
flip a coin hoping you don't finish before I do
please spare me your half-truth
When your manners are based on my lady figure
while imagining my tramp ways
how does it taste?
The water from the different fountains
Is the Colored water still dirty?
Is the white one still a stream?
My water used to be acidic
My last man like to mix flavors and lie about it
Like vaginal fluid doesn't stay in a man's body for weeks no matter how often he pees
He ain't using the same tunnels
So when the right one opens
and the chemicals change
and he looks me in the face to lie again
Pretend like another man has placed taste in my entryway
A hoster of chemical reactions from his body to mine will reveal why my face
Always look stink in his eyes
My vagina will again let off repellent
Maybe Iron, or a fish like odor
Mucus from all the slutting around
when he just wanted to blend his taste
I'll tell him this ain't the place
Leave my Nutribullet in its place
before it shoots at his face
All the places he's been before
he came back
Alcohol on his breath
He can't hit it
without burying his sub-conscience
I just needed a submarine
Someone to dive deep for me
someone who could underwater breathe for me
All these land animals
Someone find the king of the sea for me
tell him it's urgent
tell them why fish out of water has an odor
like air is in his water
but when he goes where his air ain't the same
he finds it hard to breathe again
He also knows his contamination
The harsh fires of a slutty man
Men can't do what women do
But
They don't acknowledge it
Sad way to learn it
Through the eyes of beauty