You put the pictures on your page, you said, ‘hey look they said we wouldn’t last, it was fake I was only in for a blast,
No you see it wasn’t if you’d last, it was if it was the right thing, to do of you? .
It was the fact, that she was in her school clothes, not long before knocking on my door, my boy she fancied.
He said ‘no, no, she’s not my type, were never going to be right.
Then you the man, 20 years older, much bolder, with money in his pocket, to brag to boast, here let me show you, I’ll mould you.
I’ll buy you clothes, the designer, the reminder, a man more than most.
Come now let’s make a toast, how I’ve snared you, trapped you, and now your mine for all time.
Because you wasn’t left to grow to mature and flow, you were told how it goes the woman of his making.