You stroll down the street, and you know that you are fine.
But it's not all about you, keep this in mind.
Women fall all over you, and you have had your fun,
It's more than looks, and I am not the one.
Being born a boy, don't make you a man,
It is something that you grow into, is what you need to understand.
You come knocking at my door at midnight, for a hit-and-run,
You gets no love, and I am not the one.
Your car, clothes, smoothness don't impress me,
I am looking for the goodness of the man, is what I need to see.
I need a man that is here all the time,
Makes love to my body, also my mind.
He love tender, and he loves me right,
Not a so called quickie, he stays all night.
Love is not a word that you do not understand,
You are not trying to be a one woman's man.
Men like you, are a thing of the past,
I want real love, a love that will last.
Many have tried, chosen are few,
You need to know, that I am not feeling you.
When it come to men like you, I have come undone,
You have been dismissed, and I Am Not The One.
