She's got the looks
In desperate need of a Rook
To help fend off the Men who will use her
Because she's been used one too many times
And God i don't know many times
I can say this
But she's not an object you inept bag of bricks
She has feelings, a heart, a sharply intelligent mind
Girls like her are hard to find
She deserves more than the past, it's pretty apparent
Hopefully someone transparent
Will come along
And treat the crown jewel for the value it's worth
And not undermine it.
If i was any one of the men she was with
I'd be lucky as hell
Picking up the pieces where they fell
And be there for her like no one else
I'd grab her hand with mine
Look her in the eye
And tell her it will be alright