Meter Maid
You had to fight for affection
from the first moment you were born
Had to cry loud, and often too
Because your mother fed her addiction
before she thought about feeding you
You had to fight to go to sleep at night,
battle those strange sounds
coming from your mother's bedroom
When you asked her about the noise,
and those strange men passing through
Your mother told you, child,
grownups are just like kids ...
they like to play games too
But you also remember her always telling you this:
If a man wanna sleep in your bed,
snuggle up close to you
in an intimate way
Like he wants some loving,
then he must pay
You never listened much to what your mother had to say,
but that one thing stuck in your mind
to this very day
The subject of sex would always come up
at some point when you were dating men
And you told them all the same thing:
If they wanna have sex with you,
then you're gonna get paid
Once the bedroom door shuts,
the clock starts ticking ...
and she is the meter maid
Didn't matter how nice you are,
didn't matter how sweet you talked
Everybody had to pay in the end,
because her love don't come free ...
not even for you, boyfriend
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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