So cute, and legs for days –
I couldn’t understand her ways,
but some things should go without explaining.
Someone I might want to know,
though I did not not want to go
into the zone between instinct and training.

She has what men can’t resist,
and they might get if they persist,
but her vagina says I no longer exist.

When I saw her with her man,
I could tell she had a plan
to dump him soon and hook-up with a new one,
by some arcane courtship rite
or by getting drunk one night
and take her pick of men and just do one.

I was at the top of her list,
but opportunities were missed;
now her vagina says I no longer exist.

She has what men can’t resist,
but if they do, then she gets pissed,
so her vagina says I no longer exist.

From the spoils of her game,
she’s content with Whatsisname
and no longer playing man-roulette.
Now I pass her on the street;
she won’t allow our eyes to meet,
remembering I’m someone to forget.

I’d not known that I had dissed
a velvet glove on an iron fist.
Her vagina says I no longer exist.

She has what men can’t resist,
but if they do, then she gets pissed,
so her vagina says I no longer exist.

© 2015 Steve Fitch
My Music by Me Music (BMI)