My momma told me that men tell you anything.
She said, girl. They want one thing.
And once they get it, they're off to the next new thing.
She said, girl. Don't you pay any attention to them until he gives you a ring?
And then she said, still even then, they can't all be trusted because some have floating straying eyes for the hot new thing.
My momma told me that men tell you anything and promise you everything.
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