Down But Never Out

Some of you thought that my last little Boo, was nothing but a trick whore
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick

But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley

She thought what's the difference a nght, a week, a month, or a year
She had sucked, fucked, and all that was taught, with no love any where's near
She developed her own game, do them before they do you
Four children later, she still swore that this game was true

We met outside of the club standing in line
But lying to each other that this was our very first time
Swore to each other that once inside we would hook up
Once inside Boo made all the moves to hook up

What did I do for a livng, did I live alone
She even demanded to know the location of my home
But Boo, we just met, this is a drink and dance stage
You act as if this is a race or we've both been locked in a cage

I had been around long enough to know that quick love is just that
I had also been around long enough not to fall in love after a few drinks and some tight kat
I threw Boo a curve one she had never heard before
How about let's get up tomorrow I'ld like to get to know you some more

Hell I never paid attention to her rep, our conversations became more in depth,
I had to jog to stay in step, my Boo was the ultimate secret, quietly kept
We discussed ways of her going back to school, continuing her education
This time concentrating on the books instead of sexual relations

My Boo's problem was never that she was thick, my Boo's problem was that she was thick
She had plenty brains, but dam Boo was thick
She started devouring books and knowledge like she was giving head
When it came to her classes, my Boo was at the head

Some loved her some hated her as she walked up on stage
Although I was beaming, her haters showed their rage
There came a time when our love had ran it's course
But we're still friends, so show no remorse

We still talk way late into the night
I call to check on her and her husband, and are the kids alright
And now she, hell she's worried about me
When will I stop running and decide to get married       �