Everytime a guy asks me what I prefer in a woman They normally ask me if I like the front or the back But honestly I think class is what's lacking I don't judge a woman by her body I think her personality is really what matters I know we men would be angry if a girl asked another girl if she liked guys with a Maserati or a Ferrari Not all of them are about money That's when you know if she's really your honey She doesn't except to take your money and run You can get fired from your job and have your car get towed And she'd still offer you a ride home Isn't that funny She wants you to get the hint and you still react like nothing has happened Ain't it frustrating to be a girl Not wanting to come off as desperate, but you desperately want him to see What it could really be Going through all the crap and still wanting to be with him That's a real woman That's what I want A strong woman who puts up with my stupidity and still sticks around With no possible reward to be found The real jackpot is having her instead Any woman like her is a lottery Just make sure you treat her right And be there for her when she's giving birth to your children If you ask me, I wouldn't of made it so painful But the pain is a little easier When you're holding her hand and refusing to let it go She'll remember that forever Only being glad she decided to have kids with you Just remember that when you **** her off And you're sitting there with dozens of beer bottles on the floor with a few empty Doritos bags Eating till you become dizzy Regretting that you made her mad And she let's you suffer with no response on your apology calls We all make mistakes But make sure letting her run away from your life isn't one of them
Basically an apprication poem from what life truly has to offer.