I gave her enough to go shopping.
She cleared out the clothing department hopping.
But she wants Prada, not Dolce Gabbana.
So I'll buy her everything in the factory—no drama.
 
I can tell by her best purse,
If her man truly loves her, it's not a curse.
A Givenchy gown for her to wear,
And later that night, I'll strip it down with care.
 
Even in her finest cloth,
She'll move slower than a sloth.
But when she's naked, my eyes can see.
She's the most beautiful thing to me.
 
I'll style her for the gala of the summer.
Show her the finer things, check the numbers,
Hotter than lava, she'll be my date.
And I'll barely be able to contain my love; it's fate.
 
She doesn't care; take her away, maybe to Spain.
She could use some fun and some good champagne.
Take her to Paris on a shopping spree.
And out of love, give her your credit card.
 
Oh, your God, she didn't even ask.
Because you're a giver and she's a taker.
That's what your mama says, honey.
But truly, she was never after your money.
 
You wash her in diamonds and pearls.
And she'll wash you in whatever you want.
You can choose the uniform.
Even your favorite—nothing at all.
 
I heard that she's the woman of your dreams.
Look out; she might turn into a nightmare.
And leave you hooked, crooked, and out of place.
She could bring you face-to-face with the devil.


Gulian & Juliet
@Gulian2.0 & @JJuliet

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