'Where The Truth Lies' - Poem by Bernard Snyder
She calls herself an independent woman
so what am I to think,
when she sits next to me at the bar
and asks me to pay for drinks,
she says she doesn't kiss on ‘first dates'
but isn't it strange,
that raspberry flavored lipstick
has left quite a stain,
she lift my shirt and feels my ‘six-pack'
and says ‘she's not impressed,
yet she smiles and get her camera
as soon as I undress,
she considers me to be a ‘playboy'
and says, she's never liked my kind,
but takes me home and get real ‘kinky'
then say, it's her first time,
so when I ‘flip the script' and tell her ‘she's the ‘best'
the reason she feels its untrue,
because she's been ‘frontin' for so long
it's hard to tell a lie from the truth!
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