Don't get me on the brag
Coz it ain't a game of tag
Don't win me just to call me a slag
Baby don't put me under the thumb
Just for a chic sum
Babe don't ghost
After the ride on the coast
A desperate stalk
Expertise is the sweet talk
Don't know how to treat a lady
Aggression in everything you say
A grump every other day
A moody Margaret in any way
Shape or form
Games are the norm
Did we ever even cross your mind
Wasted girls traumatised from behind
Girls talked away upstairs
No cell for the damage downstairs
Whatsapp or facebooked
Don't matter now snap chat ain't half cooked
Everything is overlooked
To the invite
Blindy livid to ignite
Laughing at naivety
not many are true in reality
All of this is the fantasy
On their knees, they cry on the floor
Begging for more
Sorry girl but you were under the thumb
Once he would come
You are ancient history
Next girl is the same or he may spice up his story
Make her fall
Like charming at the ball