She won’t play games with you
Or coddle you while you play yours.
She won’t cradle a phone in her hand
Waiting for you to text her for hours.
She’s got a life to live
Little people to tend to
She doesn’t have time to worship
The likes of a man like you.
She won’t be counting the days
Marking the one you met
She won’t be marking all the anniversaries
That haven’t happened yet.
She isn’t a dreamer in relationships
We wants it real, and true
She wants a man that does everything
He says he’s going to do.
She isn’t waiting for a white night
Upon a fiery steed
She doesn’t want you to get anything
She isn’t made of greed.
She’ll fill your nights with pleasure
Your days blissful times
She is a dreamer, afterall
She writes these poetic rhymes.
But her heart is not easy to get
And it isn’t made of glass
If you want her, you better call her
Because she isn’t kissing your ass.