He lay next to a stranger
A person he thought he knew
Blinded by beauty
Felt right at the beginning
What he loved was a lie
Her smell melted his heart
Too bad she was always angry
Couldn't say anything have an opinion
She'd get an attitude or resort to tears
Lay their helpless he couldn't help her
But did need to help himself
Felt better alone doing his own thing
She'd **** his soul dry and near death
Her ways of flirting manipulation
Went from a turn on to shutting down
She was miss independent
Expect you to pay for it all
She made more money
While he was scraping by