He called me T-R-O-U-B-L-E
"Only God could have created such a beauty"
Had an athletic build with strong hands,
5'9," brown eyes
He looked at me like I was the ultimate prize.
But I am not that girl.
Not a trophy, not a plaque, not a dime piece,
Not a "Barbie Bitch" let's have a minaj.
If I am Trouble then you are un-trust.
A headlining Vegas magician couldn't hide your lust.
I mesmerize with my walk because I know better.
Keep my legs closed until I have met the highest bidder.
But let me explain the currency my friends,
It's not money, or furs, or drinks, or a benz.
We wheel and deal in compassion.
When you come over with comedy DVDs because I "sound sad,"
Pick me up pads cause I'm cramping too bad...
That's when I cook you dinner and say I have a man
Because they shouldn't be real or fake,
either it is or it ain't, a man.
I'm all kinds of T-R-O-U-B-L-E
but you're crazy if you think your money or member can tame me.
I'm all kinds of simple and complex
"AT THE SAME DAMN TIME"
So please step down if you are not ready to use your mind.
I may look like a little girl to you,
just ripe for the picking.
But I'm more like molasses,
hard to get to and sticky.
My phrases and idiosyncrasies will occupy your thoughts
so leave now or T-R-O-U-B-L-E, trouble will be wrought.