What do u know of what a man wants... How do u think u know what it is he thinks a thunk... Who are u to tell us how n who to be... Do u seriously believe we don't see the control set in ya eyes trim tryin not to be seen... Why is it what we are jus isn't enough... Like the only thing you've dreamed up in to conclusions is we only luv what we can touch... Who's this image u carry of us like a silhouette hiding in the shadows of ya mind... Do we really reside as a sigh thought out to be a waste of time... What men u been fuckin with to complete that idiocy captured within... Bcuz from where I stand I can say the same shit for where I've been...