You clap for her
Throw cash at 'it'
Then wonder why
She treats you like a client and not a companion
Always selling your offer
Those material things
But every woman isn't asleep
I'm wide awake
You can't sell me a dream
Negotiations are futile
If all your offering
Is your stroke game
And to 'kick it' every now and then
Please stop fairy 'telling'
About the stroke being
Long and strong
Cause if that's all you're bringing
To the table
I'm good with eating alone
This isn't true of every man
But it's still true
And if you're offended
I'm not sorry
This was meant for you