Not On the Menu

Not On The Menu Sister girl don’t judge the brothers at The zip mart with oily stained jeans And dirty fingernails, judging him not clean Turning your head, Sighing with dread Thinking he got a nerve to look your way. It doesn’t look like he has a good pay. You stick up your nose Shifting your hips to that not for me pose. To get outside and pass his ride And it’s a Jag, a Benz, or a Dooley truck Or a rusty pickup Pulling a sponsored racecar in stride. Rolling your beautiful brown eyes at the man wiping sweat from his brow. Your mind start counting and you go wow! The fella with paint spots pass by you in a van. With another right behind it Both with the name Painter Dan. Sister girl standing there with Apple bottoms, Oscars, Liz, and Jimmie Chu, Vera Wang Hung on your shoulder with your BS and BA You’re beautiful and fly and you are definitely a Miss Thang passing up the brother in the Honda and Toyota Who’s going to night school to get his MBA. Sister girl, sister girl, don’t judge a book by it’s cover I’m a straight up hard worker, a good man, a good lover Sister girl, sister girl look around. You are over looking the plumber, small businessman, and technicians…We want to lift you up not bring you down You are passing over good men because we are not on your menu. Don’t meet your specifications No where near meet your expectations. Suave sister girl who go down your list gotta have that, gotta have this Drive a Lex, a Benz, make over 100 grand who finally gets what she wants Her suit and tie man Who doesn’t show an ounce of love Compassion or kindness, And doesn’t have a plan. He has a gold Rolex with a dollar in the bank Sister girl, sister girl, how does he rank? Don’t judge me by every other. I’m a straight up good man and will never be undercover. I’ll have your back in good times and bad. Oh, and by the way I will be a great dad. Sister girl, sister girl so what are you going to do? Hmmm and hah about me until you turn blue. Listen up sister girl. I may not choose you.