Too Much Woman.

Is he looking at me?
Because I know I’m looking at him,
His face is so fine,
And his body so trim.
But can he really handle,
An independent woman like me?
A woman so fine,
From my head to my feet.
My appearance speaks for itself,
My inevitable beauty untamed,
But I still want to know you,
Because boy you drive me insane.
But are you as classy as I?
Can you handle my vibe?
Boy you better create a miracle,
To get between these two thighs.
Then you asked for my name,
I stare but give you no sign,
So you turn quick on you’re heels,
Baby that’s your lost not mine.
I’m not your typical woman,
Hunny I got high standards too,
Although you look like you’re confident,
I’m too much woman for you.