You Stare.

You stare at my lips, my hips, my ass;

Now tell me dear do you have no class.

No respect towards the female body;

Or do you just want to see me bent over in doggy.

You never give me a second look;

Just brush pass like I'm a dusty old book.

You say I am just a good fuck;

Like you just had the best of luck.

I'm more than what you think;

I don't even like to wear pink.

I am so much more than making pies;

But all you do is make up and tell these lies.

You stare at my lips, my hips, my ass;

Now please sir just take the pass.