LYRIC FOR SALE

By Rebecca Rhymes

Mama told me, not to call that boy
Mama told me, it won't bring me joy
She said darling, you better just think twice
Let them boys be, and that is my advice

They like a challenge
You're a candle to their flame
If you act needy
Then you got yourself to blame
Just remember
The sperm swims to the egg
The egg can't chase it
It's just part of nature's game

Girl, don't whistle
When a guy walks down the street
Or open car doors
(Even though that's kinda sweet)
Let them woo you
And show them you have pride
Or, hook, line, and sinker
That guy will have you fried

A little lipstick
A "little" perfume too
Talk real softly
That's all you need to do
Cook some dinner
Support them when they're blue
And they will come home
Each -n- every night to you

You're a candle
A candle to their flame
You are worthy
He won't forget your name
Just remember
The sperm swims to the egg
The egg can't chase it
It's just part of nature's game