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Nov 2015
Man is to error, woman to a mistake
men feast,women just taste
I don't love her, I think I got lust
but as they say, you can get love at lust

She thinks I live in heaven, but am a neighbour to hell
she says my swag is cool, she

don't know my days are numbered
I told her am romantic, but was tale
she thinks am her foundation, she is truly standing on a shell

Am sorry for her, cheating is my calling
I text my next girl, when she is snoring
when she grow up she want her finger to have my ring
she thinks she is my queen, but I have never been her king

She is hot but her girl friend is hotter
everyday I dream, moulding her like a potter
am through with her friend, I think I saw her cousin
she is not my kind, but in her I want to pop in

Her cousin now, just called me darling
I am about to mix her, let me take off my ring
I think she is sweet, I need to pull up
but here comes another beauty,eish! just hold up

I have a golden boot, am a super player
caution to all ladies, am a real slayer
but am always fair, to them I say a prayer
before their hidden treasure, with me they can share
Written by
stephen mastel
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