Her Assets

Your walk is hurried, your look critical For a woman your age, that is so typical Your motto is live by the sword, die by the sword You only practice this when you're bored On your crazy days, you blame the heat On your calm days, you just came off the streets You are clever in your own pathetic way Giving the boys just enough so they continue to play Never giving them what they really want, just what they need Some coke, a joint or a little speed You stay out at night and sleep in the day Twenty two and under you mold the boys like clay Getting caught up in the moment brings out your wild side You tell the boys, no cash, no go, no ride Everything that goes up must come down You make certain that every time your feet are planted safely on the ground Your potential is there so you want to let it out With the local boys, you carry all the clout You use what you got, to pay for your desires But as far as emotions go, there really is no fire The sword has now been drawn and will be planted deep I wonder how well you really sleep I believe you have no regrets You hide your liabilities and flaunt your assets