Bonnie B Long

(Chicago)

Flirts


Why is it that men like to flirt?
They’ll chase anything in a skirt
When they see a pretty face
It’s like they’re all in a race

They want to see who’ll end up first
Like they’re all dying of thirst
Women are like their glass of water
Instead of someone’s daughter

Men who just want to flirt
To me are just like dirt
Friendships are so much more fun
With many friends you will have won

Won a prize much better than gold
And your soul will not be sold
Sold for a moment of just fun
Another friendship you have won

Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2007
Edited: Monday, January 31, 2011

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