Put Ya Clothes On

Who you tryna fool with all them games and lies,
Who you tryna play with that element of surprise,
I've been round the mulberry more than enough,
Pack yo' shit, get moving, get up.

You thought I would be captivated by your form,
You thought I'd drool and go goo goo over you,
I know better than that and the roots aren't blonde,
Grab your pants, your shirt and move on.

When you've learned respect, come back,
When you've learned to love you can disrobe,
But for now you got to go, cause I know,
You ain't ready, so put your clothes on.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com