Searching For Her Self Esteem Behind Every Zipper In Town

She's aware he's awfully chivalrous for carrying such casual intent While there's subconscious recognition he's a blend of canny ways Mixed with filthy desire Leaving her plenty of room for discontent His finicky facade that this helpless girl can't help but admire While to herself she's being a liar As if she could deny this mans selfish pursuance Her misinterpretations are inevitable A genitive surefire He'll maintain his obvious avoidance for exclusivity She'll claim to have been perpetually blinded by his witty ways As she induced her own misfire Those eyes of his will misconstrue Betting on the fact she'll negate her own savvy finesse That self proclaimed ability to see through Inevitably he'll be praised and built up as a statue Like his soul He'll be mended of stone While in the interim She'll be gazing pitifully Into shades of blue