THEY CALL ME A FLIRT.

Well, they call me a flirt.
they agree, "He can't keep it shut .
Infact the zip is ripped off and can't close,
He collects bras,thongs, heels even a hose ...
And put them in a closet.a personal collection. "
I agree to all that, it has become an obsession.

one even asked, "Hun, can't you stick to one woman?
Why do keep cheating on each and everyone? "
I answered, "because to me, none is different from the other,
your friends ; Shiro, Julie, Connie and Mel before her,
spent torrid nights with me on that bed.
You knew all that and you still did."

By Jove! She didn't even look flustered,
which helped cement the belief I held.
Then she asked, "you mean you've never met a girl
That made your world dance, head spin and heart twirl? "
I answered, "Never! To me all chics are the same,
I'm that stallion no mare could tame. "

That was lie, in my heart I knew.
The concept of love wasn't, to me, New.
I loved a woman with all me, once,
around her, my cells went into a trance,
my heart did gymnastics, from just once glance,
but she did it, yea, broke my heart.
one Text and my love life was spent

She smashed it to too many a piece
And she did it with such annoying ease.
So girls, call me not a flirt,
it's only that every piece now loves someone different .