My Kinda Guy
Take my hand and tell me a lie.
Say its a secret.
Then joke about your conquest cause thats my kind of guy.
Drink your ass off and come home late.
Smelling like some cheap whore.
Now you wanna get close oh great.
Talk a big game.
Last half a second.
And say no baby tell me whats my name.
Spend hours on end with your boys.
Like some child in the sand box.
As you tinker like a child with your over priced toys.
Pretend to be a bad boy till
get hit and cry.
An oversized three year old.
Who still runs to mommy thats my kinda guy.
You take me out then ask me to pay the bill.
hit on my best friends.
Ruth Jackie and Jill.
You sleep around and cant
even lie.
Your a waste of air but who really does care.
Cause tour my kinda guy.
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