Approachable
Men often find me very approachable.
Is it the way I talk, the way I walk, or the swagger of my hips?
Some day’s they diss me and other day’s they want to kiss my lips.
But I tell you one thing I’m a beautiful black women and I won’t have it.
I was raised in a strong house hold with many morals.
Maybe they all better think twice before they approach.
I have a slick tongue and a strong mind.
They can search for years but a real woman they’ll never find.
I’m a rare breed and one of a kind.
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