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.