Twisted

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  • Confusion

    Twisted

    You were born as a man
    I just don't understand
    As a boy did not want to play ball
    Kept the door open to the restroom stall

    Look at me was your thing
    Another man just bought you a ring
    You calling women on the down low
    Twisting in grocery store

    Flip flops corns all on your toes
    Thinking nobody know
    Prancing around toes all painted
    Saw Denzel and almost fainted

    You say I am going to church!
    Got up put on an Armoni suit
    With a pair of high heel Donna Karen boots
    Man you loose

    Go home thinking you saved from hell
    A man waiting at home
    Woman ringing your doorbell
    TWISTED

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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