Despite my Italian girl every now and then,
i grow weak minded to think of back when,
i had a blonde, a brunette or a tan girl,
wonder if with each i truly showed my manners,
cause out of each only the middle do i speak,
and am able to confide in when i'm weak,
any day during the week do i realize hoe,
that when it comes to blondes i don't want em anymo',
when it comes to Tennis and Friends with Benefits,
there is absolutely nothing beneficial so quickly end that shit,
all about just when they need, only when they hurt,
stay away from girls who during keep on their shirts,
and never wish to look you in the face during
the act mistaken as love that's occurring,
words spoken start slurring, but written can truly,
show all the pain these memories do to me.