One Friday night I was out having a couple of drinks and this girl walked in
To be honest, she was pretty
But she was so pretty that I saw right through her as if her foundation was made of windex
Her lipstick looked like the blood left over from her last heartbreak
Her heels were so high it seemed like she was trying to poke her head above the cloud that was raining on her parade
Her entire package made her look like she was attending a masquerade ball
Trying to hide from her insecurities that she would eventually drown with alcohol
About an hour later, that pretty little dress tried talking to me
But I had no interest in being her rebound when I know I’m someone’s three point shot
All I could think about was how she got herself here
So I imagined saying to her
Let me guess, you met a guy at a bar like this
When he looked at you, he made you feel like the only girl worth seeing
When he spoke, you melted into the chocolaty velvet of his words
Then spilled over like fondue when he dipped into you
When he touched you, the sensation made you convulse
And quiver multiple times in one night, he controlled your pulse
He made it skip when wanted you, stop when he needed you
Then when he was done he crushed it and now you're bleeding
So you thought you'd come in here and have a few drinks
Have a guy buy you more and make him think
He's going home with you tonight
It worries me that you actually just might
You see the last guy made you think he felt lucky to get hired
But soon he found a job that paid higher
Leaving you feeling feel like a job opening but you aren't taking applications
You aren't conducting interviews, you just hope anyone will take it
You're giving away free internships to a man with no qualifications
So while the job may be filled, you still feel vacant
All for what?
Those sweet nothing's he whispered when he first met you?
The empty promises of love when he's inside you?
That 30 minutes of warmth when he cuddles you the next morning?
And you wonder why they love you only when they're feeling horny
So the cycle continues
You probably looked in the mirror and told yourself the next guy would be different
But if its anything like the way men salivate at the pop of a woman’s booty before twerking became cool, its nothing new
Of course i didn’t tell her any of that
Instead I just let that pretty little dress walk away
Because her lack of self respect is none of my business
I just hope she realizes that if she wants the dogs to stop playing with her heart
She needs to stop acting like their chew toy
