There is no hair on my chest;
My eyes are deep dark
Which i heard you say
Are the ones you do not like.
I have a crooked smile
With good intentions
Unlike the guys
You hang around.
I comb my hair with a part
Over to to my right side
And i dress to impress
A lady that does not care.
I will still walk
With my chin up
And my getup squared
Just because
She does not care.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
There is no hair on my chest;
My eyes are deep dark
Which i heard you say
Are the ones you do not like.
I have a crooked smile
With good intentions
Unlike the guys
You hang around.
I comb my hair with a part
Over to to my right side
And i dress to impress
A lady that does not care.
I will still walk
With my chin up
And my getup squared
Just because
She does not care.
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