IRC-Galleria

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,


But you end up with one-nights-stands.


He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,


But that part never goes right.


In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,


AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN GET NO TASTE.