She was sitting on a bar stool.
Waiting to take advantage of some fools.
On her she wanted the guys to spend all their money.
But she wasn't going to give them none of her honey.
She would let them spend money on her and send them home alone.
She would not even give them the number to her phone.
Smart girl, going home with strangers from bars is not too wize.
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I would like to translate this poem
She wastes men's time and you waste mine.