An Acquired Taste

Girls, they sit back and chit-chat, Converse of u will,
About all the things that guys do
Cause they don't know the drill.
They wonder why guys are dogs
And stray away from home.
Now that question I can't answer cause
I've never committed that wrong.
But I can surely shine some light
On why guys play the field.
Take a look at urself, A long stare if you will.
Ask urself this question:"How did I get with him?"
Was it because I'm super-smart?
Or because I look good in denim?
Do I dress like I'm easy?
Do I flaunt all my goods?Do I flirt with all the boys
And show them that they could...?"
Ladies take the time to think
About this friendly advice.
Cause you don't want to be a Baby's Momma,
You wanna be somebody's wife.
You knew who he was
Before you got with him.
So why'd you pick the pimp,
Instead of his gentleman friend?
You set yourselves up
To fall like dominoes.
Then want to get mad cause he left
You for one of those "stupid hoes."
I'm not saying that it's O.K. for guys to do the things they do
But what I am saying is that
Some of the blame falls on you.
You say, "I want a thug.""I want a bad boy."
Then you are complaining. When you become his chew toy.
You overlook the guy
Who will one day own the world.
You let him slip away To get with some other girl.
See you could have been the one
Rockin Chinchilla clothes,
But you paid him no attention
So SHE is spending his bill folds.
It can all be avoided If you make better choices.
Stop bein so naive
And listen to your inner voices.
See, Roderick R. is no saint, Nor do i profess to be
But I'm better than most cause
They make it easy for me
I just felt like advising
The ladies of the world
To stop fallin for the dog
And take a second look
Now dudes if you're mad
Then u know what u are.
Real men are comin back
So make room at the bar.