Exiting the club, completely wasted,
My sight blurred, shirt untucked, zipper undone,
Leaning against my ride,
I noticed a girl lingering in the lot,
She had a curvy silhouette that caught my eye.
“Are you alright? Feeling okay?”
“Hope you’re not freezing,” I asked,
“Want to hop in my car?”
“It’s all good, no worries.”
But she insisted she wasn’t into that,
Claimed she wasn’t the type to just hook up,
Many had tried before,
She was shy, reserved,
Not one for casual encounters,
“Touch me, I touch you,” she said,
“You know how it goes,
God forbid you cross me,
I’m no player, all that talk is just talk.”
Before long, the situation shifted.
“Why are you lying?”
“Why the hell are you lying?”
“You’re lying,”
“You’re lying,”
“Why are you lying?”
I slid into my Rolls, feeling confident,
Then a knock came at my door,
She said she was cold,
Asked me to let her in,
Said she had no charger,
No data on her phone,
A small girl with big faith, no partner in sight,
Kemi wiped her tears away.
Yet again, she claimed she wasn’t into hookups,
Not the kind to just link up,
Many guys had tried before,
Introverted,
Not one for casual meetings,
“Touch me, I touch you,” she repeated,
“You know how it is,
God forbid you cross me,
I’m no player, all that talk is just talk.”
Before long, the truth unraveled.
“Why are you lying?”
“Why the hell are you lying?”
“You’re lying,”
“You’re lying,”
“Why are you lying?”
“Why are you lying?”
“Why the hell are you lying?”
“You’re lying,”
“You’re lying,”
“Why are you lying?”
“Why are you lying?”
“Why are you lying?”
“Why are you lying?”
“Why are you lying now?”
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