The sway of her hips
Her succulent lips
She holds a special treasure
One that provides pleasure
She doesn’t understand the sacred power
She doesn’t understand her delicate flower
Once you pluck the petals, the never regrow
Mama says: One its gone, you’ll never get it back you know..
But he’s in your ear
Whispering all the sweet nothings you want to hear
“I love you; won’t you let me show it dear?”
Mama cries : It’s All Lies! It’s Just a Line!
Chile, they said the same words during my time
Nothing but a smooth razor sharp tongue
He’s just trying to get him some..
And he’s one of many;
A wolf in a pack
Once you’ve grown curves and a back
Hungrily licking their lips
Waiting to attack
Predators ready to devour their prey
Roaming your breast, thighs and hips
Everybody’s doing it..
The immense pressure
Dear baby, hold on to your treasure
Keep grasp of your innocence
Use your common sense
His words may be slick but so is his venom
Deflowering your rose, then becoming phantom
Baby you're worth more than silver and gold
Cherish the special prize you behold