He sends her email
It's all about sex
Her laugh turns into a frown
She knows better
Than to play his games
Since she's older now

Years have passed
Yet he hasn't changed
He avoids her normal chat
He seems okay
With jokes about sex
But baby that is that


She doesn't want to be a notch on his belt
Another quick love affair
She realizes there so much more to life
After sex what is there
She doesn't want to be a trophy gal
Another one that he parades
She knows she's more than that
In his little sex charades

He's a flirt with all the gals
Needs the attention it seems
When will he just figure out
There's so much more to her dreams

A ladies man who listens
He knows how to play the game
He'll nod his head but does he really hear
Anything she has to say

She doesn't want to be a notch on his belt
Another quick love affair
She realizes there so much more to life
After sex what is there
She doesn't want to be a trophy gal
Another one that he parades
She knows she's more than that
In his little sex charades

He's the player of all players
The man who lives his dream
Using all his women
For the lonely days it seems
He's a boy among the men
Who refuses to play fair
He lies when its convenient
He doesn't seem to care

He's the player of all players
The one who sows his oats among the fields
Never quite staying long in one pasture
She knows there's not much to yield

Just one night of passion
A flame that burns and dies
She avoids the temptation
She doesn't need a man who lies
So she says her goodbyes
Goodbye... goodbye...

Sound's like real life to me.

Nice write

mmmm oats :D

great write