You’ve got a face with the kind of vibe people kill for,
Soft enough to stop traffic, but you’re nobody’s damn pushover.
You’ve got a woman’s beauty without all the bullshit drama,
A steady set of eyes that don’t dart around playing games.
You look at people straight—no fake smiles, no hidden agenda—
And somehow you make everyone else look a little washed-up.
You were built to turn heads wherever the hell you go,
And whether it’s guys or women, everybody sneaks a second look.
Nature started making you like she’d make any gorgeous woman,
Then, halfway through, she said, “Nah… let’s try something different.”
She added one extra piece of hardware—good for you, I guess—
Which kind of screwed me over, if I’m being honest.
So sure, let the women enjoy the physical side of the deal,
But give me your heart, your friendship—that’s the part that actually lasts.


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