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See it’s not that you ain’t fine

It’s just that I ain’t interested

Yep you guessed it I’m the result of a love that never lasted cause lust was

always present.

I was hoping by the way I dressed and ignored your previous

attempts that it would be evident that sweet talk leaves a sour taste in my

mouth and there’s no substance behind the shallowness of your arrogance

Yo-Coach gives me the impression that you think I would find it a privilege

that you extended a compliment my way.

All I can say is your affirmations or

confirmation’s not revelations that I’m the one to be pursued--brother I

thought you knew

Yeah you’re fine but good looks and tight gear won’t get my time nearly as fast

as a man who’s got enough insight to see beyond my Coke-bottle figure and

enough vision to make me believe without «priority's» not a bed buddy but a

soulmate

Time’s a tickin I have no more to waste on little boys or Usher-like

confessions.

But that Mac-daddy garbage you just recited you’re my carnal curse

not a spiritual blessing.

Fine men before your time taught me this lesson and

now I’m the one teaching you how to treat me and those young girls who are

following unknown that a fine man makes them no less beautiful or deserving of

Better

More

God’s best

No less

I’m sorry about this for sounding rude

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