For the LadiesFor the Ladies10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is hard to understand is, how you pick you man,
It's weird coz of how he treats you, but you say u got a plan.
You, put up with the yellin, the cheatin' and the fightin',
But it wont ever stop, to your self, you are lyin'.
He still, says that he loves you, holds your hand while you cry,
To make it up to you, a dozen roses he will buy.
But we both know by now, roses don't last forever,
Just like his love, why don't you understand he wont ever.
But here I am, I wanna love you, I'll treat you real good,
Sit back and pay attention, I'll show you how a real man would.
I'll call you on the phone, listen to you for hours,
Talk about, drawing a heart in the sand, the beach will be ours.
So I pick you up at eight, teeth bushed, with a smile,
You open the door, I admit, I might stare for a while.
Tell you you look beautiful, good enough to eat,
Sayin', If your body was a song, I'd have to push repeat.
The night goes on, I hold your hands, i look into yoru eyes,
Right then you'd understand,