I'm Just Saying

You clap for her Throw cash at 'it' Then wonder why She treats you like a client and not a companion Always selling your offer Those material things But every woman isn't asleep I'm wide awake You can't sell me a dream Negotiations are futile If all your offering Is your stroke game And to 'kick it' every now and then Please stop fairy 'telling' About the stroke being Long and strong Cause if that's all you're bringing To the table I'm good with eating alone This isn't true of every man But it's still true And if you're offended I'm not sorry This was meant for you