Your heart is super black and always alone

I see a fulvous flower that is perfectly grown

Your attitude is persistant with eyes of a prude

Bills are piling high in this empty room

If your dreams are owning a simple reclusive house

You gotta wear heels and show men what's udnder your blouse

GIVE HER SPACE!

She doesnt want the constant attention

She enjoys her empty room 'cause its her private convention

Jealous girls call you trash

Perfume will cost some extra cash

Desperate men see a whore

Behind the make up is something more

I'll call you strong but you'll never meet their standards

Looking out the window still looking for answers.