I want you just that bad, I relieve all my truths,
I am broke, I insecure, I don’t know what to do,
You listen, you encourage, you even put me to bed,
In the end you wrote a book, dissed me, told the world and all of my friends.
So fine she is,
Her legs, her hips, her lips,
She is simple a dime in my eyes,
With a one of a kind design,
That soothes my mind without trying,
I think of her, I smile,
I touch her, me anticipation climbs,
Maybe one day she will mine,
Until then she is just a dime,
Not yet in my pocket.