Only Words

Words are never enough
Especially the four lettered "love"
The most romantic cardboard cutout
Of his passionately beating heart
Only shows that he knows what to say.

What if I bragged about my dick all day
Telling you it's easily an eight
Well, if it's only a two,
I could easily fool you
If you never feel it anyway.

So beware of the bastard silver tongue,
He only works to get his own fun
While you're crumpled on the floor
And he's demanding more
When he's always taken
And you've always gave.