Grow On Me

Pretty girls... don’t grow on me
No Ma’am, this sir
Haven’t you heard?
I’m nerd
You see
And broke
I fall
Call
But nah
Want me; you choke

Don’t swish and sway
Perky breasts
Kisses on my neck
My lips a peck
They do walk away
Into the wind
Fly
And lie
With no goodbye
Because of my sin

Don’t ever fall
Not for me
Could never be
We
So high and so tall
And when it’s cold
Can’t catch them
They go to him
Where have I been?
Don’t want to know

Because money don’t grow
Only leaves
Not even me
Didn’t you know?

But others I see
Pretty girls gather
Don’t grow on me

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.