Woman.

Competition.

She can have you.
I have no need to love a man who is incapable of returning faithfulness
Respect.

She can have you,
Because she is obviously the weaker one.
You like the submissive type,
The stay at home,
Raise my three children,
Cook my dinner by 6 o'clock type.
The,
I love you,
But that bitch had a fat ass so I'll let it slide this one time type.
The no desire to finish college,
My man got a job,
He pays the bills,
And buys me overpriced Chanel bags type.

She can have you.
Her long hair,
Eyes that sparkle,
When she swipes your credit card.
Snot dripping from her child's nose,
Hair matted to her baby girl's head.
While her hair lays silky and lustrous.
She can have you.

Never holding you the ways I do,
Never wiping your tears because she thinks a man should not have any,
Never opening a bill unless you ask her to read the price for you.
Never catering to you,
Bowing down to you,
Being strong for you.
Yes, she can have you.

You are not a prize in this competition that she has already won.
She's only won because you are not the the prize.
I shall disqualify from this competion from your heart,
Your heart is no longer morally satisfying.
So yes,
Honey,
She can have you.