Love Song

She grew up believing in passion and love

Whose folks divorced and remarried

Very naive

Seen life and committments that shoulda been dead and buried

Highly sentimental

Sensitive

Gentle beyond the point she should be

What might be obvious to most, she says they too bitter

Can't see the world the way she does

Clean lungs, undamaged liver

Sees thugs through a pink-tinted glasses

Occasionally

Weed does make her giggle

Listen to some music closer

Dudes approach her

Lightly

Want to be her lover and she obliges

Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires

Oblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes

Says she's just in love with love

Cuts her classes

Spending too much time entrancing romancing

Things are changing quickly

She's asking "why aren't you spending more time with me?"

Nigga's eyes are getting shifty

Coming over later smelling of pussy

On his face, jeans, and sweaters something's fishy

And it's not what he tells her, man, it's what he don't

And she don't understand and for some years, she probly won't

Just wants an honest man

For goodness sake

They backstabbing and cutting her throat

Restraining orders follow, but she still optomistic about it

Like annie, thinking tomorrow will maybe be a better day

I let her pray on bended knees "ask him to send prince charming, please"

She's never cheated

Treats her man well

Cooks, cleans, dresses sexy for him

Halter tops and tight jeans

Would break the law for him

Go through a couple of these relationships

Still stays strong

She's too young and dumb to call it quits

Learns that she carrying twice

Scared and afraid the first time

The second she don't even cry

Makes her wipe away his tears and it hurts

They always leave return crazy, so she doesn't flirt

Spends time warning the babies

Goes through a couple of these relationships and still stays strong

Too young and dumb to call it quits

Its still a love song

She's got a good man

She's 19, he's 21 and sweet and honest

Promised to love her

Talk of marriage

She would never want to be somebody's baby's mother

Use rubbers occasionally

When she's flowing

Open to all the affection and gifts and all the good manners he's showing

He's trying to build a life for himself

Studies late computer shit and she's missing attention that she's not getting

Sex dwindles

Crawling in the sheets

He say "ya tired" and she say she feel "neglect and defeat"

Just doesn't see his ambition

She want to be the universe and hold his center position

Starts hanging round the best friend more

Crazy attraction takes impultive action

Drop the drawers

And falls in love

The world explodes

And she confesses "yeah I did it, so?"

They so tight it like he moves when she stretches

Over the couple years

Too many stresses

Girls who want to fight her

Bitches writing letters

Friendships disappearing

Plus he rhymes, so it's competitive

Pressure miscarriage

They break up fifty times a week and make up just as much

He fuckin', and I know, but pretending I'm out of touch

It's getting strained and gets physical

She cries until the river dries and leaves her dead and cold

Packs up her things and leaves behind what I thought was gold was only gold-plated

Thinking of all the other ones I coulda just left and up and dated

Singled after four years

Starting over never easy

But it takes some time to realize your own worth

Come into your own

Play your mental rebirth

She starts penning some better poems

Straighten up her bank account

Likes to take herself out

I'm getting better at it

I've had a few relationships

But still too young and dumb enough to call it quits

It's still a love song

Love

All I ever want is you

All I ever had, leading in my life was you

All that ever was, all I ever had

Maybe it's easier to talk about this shit in third person

Learning better

Wooking pa nub in all the wrong places

Like I'm Eddie Murphy

Curse me to repeat the same cycle

I'm breaking

No longer think relations make a better woman

Just for life, I'm pursuing

Growing, but hopelessly romantic still

Tasted weather in the bitter climates

Love the sunshine better

Dreaming of dream proposals

Decent moral values placing higher on my chart

Trying not to have a shallow heart

But battle scars are deep and reaching to the depth of hell and back

Try to give up the grudges

Think it's experience and move from the clutches of sadness

It's difficult

Sometimes I wish I wasn't an adult

Adolescent primetime sitcom star

I've been too far and too much, too hard, for too long

It's still a love song