Easy on the eyes, hard on the brain, gonna have to
try and explain. May b gorgeous, may b sweet, but
deep within they can’t spell sheet.
So you wanna try hooked on phonics all your life,
call this person ur husband or wife?
Sounds no fun, no stimulant, cuz w/o some sense
you don’t have an intellect.
Without intellect, no imagination, that leaves sex
at a stagnation.
Procrastination and no conversation, sittin bored, with
no relaxation.

Looks are deceiving, what lies beneath, sure it
seems all dreamy and sweet underneath. What we fail to
see is the inside, most aren’t committed that long to know why.
U sit at work and listen to them cry. Ur dying inside wishin for
a less strife, ur stuck with a stupid person the rest of ur life.

Givin ya all that ya need, when ya need it, but cant read the
receipt that u just bought it. What the hell, no one can tell,
ur unhappy as hell, living with a person who can’t spell.
No common sense, nothing there, staring at nothing but
beautiful air.
Gorgeous looks, eyes so soulful, couldn’t fool a fly, because
they so gullable
Stuck in their own bubble, out in space like the hubble,
can’t tell riches from rubble, can’t tell u what’s a shuttle.
On the rebuttle here I go, one, two and three, oh no.
Givin ya this shit, just cuz it might flow, out the door, here
I go, I’ll be back later wit more.

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