Truth is, there is nobody else as beautiful as you.
Truth is, I am so glad to be loving you.
Something, all men should admit, and mist don't is having a blessing in their life.

Especially, if you an enough to make her your wife.

Truth is, there is no one to compare you too.
Or even say the word I love you too.
Truth is, I could go on just talking everything about you.

How great you are?
You a cool sweetheart.
And I think I been blessed by the love of God.

Truth is, you a super star deserving of my trust and heart.

Ask me and its yours.
If I got the power?
Ask me and its yours.
Maybe within an hour.

Any request you ask me.
I will try my best to fulfill it.
And you won't be billed for it.

Ask me and its yours.
If its within my strength?
I will give it to you.

One thing that's known about you.
Is that you don't ask for much.
You are simple and so humble.

And not impressed with money or diamond rings.
Hardly really anything that I know of to speak.

But if you ask me?
It will be yours.
You so wonderful.

So good.
So very good for me.
And I doubt if I ever told her.
But this truth must be told why I love this woman?

At my worst she sees the best in me.
She has tolerated my foolish ways.
And keep reminding me why I love her?

I honestly wouldn't trade another for her.
She a fighter and a strong determine soul.
And forever have my love to hold.

Believe me, when I say this woman deserves a whole lot more.
And I forever will, forever will protect this woman.
All because I love her more and more and more.

I know love like the clues to a mystery.
Love walked out my life with no apology.
Leaving me so unhappy.

But after a day or two.
I found someone new.
Love walked into my life and change my perspective more.

Made me realize more than I ever did before.
Erased all the pain that was lingering inside.
And just in time because I had no more tears to cry.

Love made me smile and even laughed too.
And I owe my new joy because of losing you.
And this you will never know.
Just like this hurt you once left inside.

Yes, love was meant for me.
And I say this without any apologies.
That love truly was, truly was meant for me.

History, scares many.
Why?
One group just doesn't look good down through time.
They know who they are?
And exactly why?

Banning books doesn't stop history being told.
For you must ban movies that holds truth.
And folks older as living proof.

So, what?
If your group image is seen in a negative life?
Hiding it just proves many truths.
Especially, if its deal with you as proof.

Some know their situation they created.
After all you has the power to control the narrative.
Some of you move by words.
Some of you move by money.
And many times, you become a part of baby mama drama.

As, a woman you are dealing with a man.
Many lives by physical attraction and some have eyes upon your friends.
And many learned the hard way, you can't trust them.

And soon, a few becomes like you baby drama mama.
Men, just say the phase because they just might have another baby on the way.

And cry about the amount they have to pay.

We know what you mean.
When we hear what in the freaky, fact, funk going on?
We know.
We just do.
We respect that you edited it down.

Don't make me kick the living demons out of you?
Again, unless you an idiot, we know what you meant.
We again, respect you editing it.
Especially around the children.

Although I am still trying to figure out how the tar and feathers comment got started.
That one really has me bother.

Listen to son of a biscuit eater instantly we pin that to those called SOBS and respect you more for keeping in cool.
Say it to the wrong one just might be bad news.

Even, when toss out Mother-freaking idiot?
We just like how you say it and made it sounds pretty.

I guess you can say it's all in the message.