A New Woman
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All around in my home town they're trying to track me down.
every lad wanting to play a game on me.
planting a number on me.
Every guys asking for a 11 digit number or even a 7 digit number to me home.
They say they want to bring me in to their lives, personally.
Every time that I plant a seed here they come wanting me over again.
All the girls spit on me, when i do not know what the hell is going on.
Freedom came my way one day.
when i heard my mama say...
we're going out of town.
Aiming to shoot me down.
Came the girls coz the lads came to extremes trying...
to track me down before they get humiliated by crying.
Reflexes got the better of me, i can no longer drive them away.
Everyone hates me except the lads, i got no friends.
so being the stud and the fox of them all is hard abuse baby.
Every day the bucket goes to the well.
The days go to sell.
Life goes to hell.
Nobody rings my bell.
mama and papa are getting scared now.
one day the bottom will drop out, and the girls will turn to the senses when i go to extremes.
Things never worked, it never fooled them.
The guys still loved me even if i were a balloon.
They still wanted me with scars.
I decided playing is no good so i took off the fake scars, fake trash and stayed true to my self.
The girls ripped my hair into two pieces.
Guess what happened?
The guys love me even more.
now i can ever live without them.
every lad wanting to play a game on me.
planting a number on me.
Every guys asking for a 11 digit number or even a 7 digit number to me home.
They say they want to bring me in to their lives, personally.
Every time that I plant a seed here they come wanting me over again.
All the girls spit on me, when i do not know what the hell is going on.
Freedom came my way one day.
when i heard my mama say...
we're going out of town.
Aiming to shoot me down.
Came the girls coz the lads came to extremes trying...
to track me down before they get humiliated by crying.
Reflexes got the better of me, i can no longer drive them away.
Everyone hates me except the lads, i got no friends.
so being the stud and the fox of them all is hard abuse baby.
Every day the bucket goes to the well.
The days go to sell.
Life goes to hell.
Nobody rings my bell.
mama and papa are getting scared now.
one day the bottom will drop out, and the girls will turn to the senses when i go to extremes.
Things never worked, it never fooled them.
The guys still loved me even if i were a balloon.
They still wanted me with scars.
I decided playing is no good so i took off the fake scars, fake trash and stayed true to my self.
The girls ripped my hair into two pieces.
Guess what happened?
The guys love me even more.
now i can ever live without them.
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