Sept. 04, 2008
bad bad bad bad boy
Why does a no good dude in a hot car tempt a girl so much? So I don't know if he was no good. And i'm so not that kinda girl, but DAMN. Make a girl question her morals and shit. Dude was in a black Benz, new model, windows down. Windows open so wide you can see through the car. See, my chicken head status is so loose, I don't know the model and it might not be a Benz. All I know is that it's black and shiny. Now is that better or worse? Boys like that only mean one thing-they're not for me. Part being that black boys in fast cars don't bark up this tree like [they should] that. I'm a good girl. I guess. Well, I'm a bit...suburban. And while I can look alllll day-I don't touch. But DAMN if this boy didn't hit that easy button. With my weave freshly sown in, I dared to look again. He cranked his head back before he zoomed past. Can I say that I sat a lil straighter? That I licked my lips and tossed my head back? I'm guilty. Bad boys- this one with his tasteful earring, fitted hanging low-have this allure. And of course they know they can fuck-with your emotions, mind, body. Manipulation never felt so good. And just as the high subsides, they zoom off with the car that got you hooked in the first place.
I'm a good girl, but sometimes I feel I'm programmed that way for my own benefit. I have too many bad girl tendencies buried beneath my armor, I think I would find myself in trouble. So for now I let my 'no good' go. Maybe under different circumstances I wouldn't be so, me.
complexlust at 5:57 p.m.