How can you compare me
To someone who could
Never treat you like a
Queen he treated you
Then dismissed you now you
Feel like a fool
Open up your ears before
You open your legs
Because any women worth something
Is worth waiting for
So if he is pressuring
You into something tell
Him next because you will
Never become another statistic
From the words that his
Lips spit your passion
Is too much for his
Slick ways his game
Could never compare pain because
Passion is a fool that
Accompanies pain