You would rather dance with the devil than be serenaded by an angel.
I’m still trying to figure out the depth of that concept.
Pain can be pleasure and trash can become treasure but you can’t measure
the greatness of a man by the length of his …………ego.
You seem to be attracted and distracted by sinful sensations and bad boy conversations,
but then you complain about the pain he inflicts on your soul.
Truth be told, I think you’re drawn to the drama like a magnet.
Can’t wait to drag that cat out of the rain so you can put him inside your sunshine.
See, I’ve been on the other side of the fence, so I know that your common sense is
corrupted and polluted when a brother can do it like it never has been done before.
Yeah, our thug luvin’ keeps you ……… runnin’ back for more.
But, once we explore every crevice and curve, then serve you with the main platter
that’ll make your soul shatter, the music ends and the dance is over.
The Devil has done his deed and you’re left with a bleeding heart.
So, be smart, Miss Lady. Don’t drive yourself crazy behind a conniving crook
with a big cock because, although he will knock your socks off,
he will leave your temple desolate and deserted
and you’ll be left to pick up the pieces… and your panties…
– Jah Soul