Sexual Promiscuity
I am a promiscuous girl,
I let him drive, drive me crazy.
I became the fool,
I let him control my thoughts to believe its cool,
To have sex without commitment and break the fornication rule.
Yet I don’t know, am I damaged?
I am a promiscuous guy,
I drove her crazy with my manipulations.
I have the most to lose,
Yet I chose to be cruel, and play this girl like a fool.
(Laughs)
Sorry if I come off as being a bit rude, but I can’t help it if I’m just that dude.
I’ve created damage mentally,
By ruining her state of mind,
But I couldn’t resist that woman’s big ole behind.
I took her goods, and let her heart drip dry,
It’s just sexual promiscuity, so there’s no need to ask why.
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