Women are like instruments they play you as your a puppet
lying through their teeth like a barking mutt
Just to have their way or the highway
Women turn our curves but when its in reverse we have no say
we must obey the sensitivity and beauty
just to fool love for control of ones heart
If cupid knew the crime of strain you put on ones life
karma of the heart of arrows will impale your guilt
paralyze your stare of what is wrong or right