Only Few People Know
That she is not mine
She is just another girl
Looking for a gold time
She’s not my girl
She’s another kid
Looking for a father to befriend
She’s one of the many girls
Who knows not what they seek in a man
But just to belong; a hopeless craze
She’s another one of them
Who prefers them hard and in the IT crowd
She’s another of their set
Ruled by biceps and abs and quads
Alas, I have none
I said she’s one of them
Who squeal at the sight of Bentley
Wishing they had a guy with such mayhem
She’s yet another dreamer
Who thinks me not enough
And falls for smooth schemers
She’s right in her conceit
My mother disagrees, but what do you expect from her?
Monkey no fine etc.
Whatever
As long as you know she’s not mine
No pick up the phone, dammit.
Copyright © Gbenga Onalaja | Year Posted 2011
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