* send corrections to the typist    She grew up believing in passion and love  Whose folks divorced and remarried  Very naive  Seen life and committments that shoulda been dead and buried  Highly sentimental  Sensitive  Gentle beyond the point she should be  What might be obvious to most, she says they too bitter  Can't see the world the way she does  Clean lungs, undamaged liver  Sees thugs through a pink-tinted glasses  Occasionally  Weed does make her giggle  Listen to some music closer  Dudes approach her  Lightly  Wanna be her lover and she obliges  Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires  Oblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes  Says she's just in love with love  Cuts her classes  Spending too much time entrancing romancing  Things are changing quickly  She's asking "why aren't you spending more time with me?"  Nigga's eyes are getting shifty  Coming over later smelling of pussy  On his face, jeans, and sweaters something's fishy  And it's not what he tells her, man, it's what he don't  And she don't understand and for some years, she probly won't  Just wants an honest man  For goodness sake  They backstabbing and cutting her throat  Restraining orders follow, but she still optomistic about it  Like annie, thinking tomorrow will maybe be a better day  I let her pray on bended knees "ask him to send prince charming, please"  She's never cheated  Treats her man well  Cooks, cleans, dresses sexy for him  Halter tops and tight jeans  Would break the law for him  Go through a couple of these relationships  Still stays strong  She's too young and dumb to call it quits  Learns that she carrying twice  Scared and afraid the first time  The second she don't even cry  Makes her wipe away his tears and it hurts  They always leave return crazy, so she doesn't flirt  Spends time warning the babies  Goes through a couple of these relationships and still stays strong  Too young and dumb to call it quits  Its still a love song    Shes got a good man  Shes 19, he's 21 and sweet and honest  Promised to love her  Talk of marriage  She would never wanna be somebody's baby's mother  Use rubbers occasionally  When she's flowing  Open to all the affection and gifts and all the good manners he's showing  He's trying to build a life for himself  Studies late computer shit and she's missing attention that she's not getting  Sex dwindles  Crawling in the sheets  He say "ya tired" and she say she feel "neglect and defeat"  Just doesn't see his ambition  She wanna be the universe and hold his center position  Starts hanging round the best friend more  Crazy attraction takes impultive action  Drop the drawers  And falls in love  The world explodes  And she confesses "yeah I did it, so?"  They so tight it like he moves when she stretches  Over the couple years  Too many stresses  Girls who wanna fight her  Bitches writing letters  Friendships disappearing  Plus he rhymes, so it's competitive  Pressure miscarriage  They break up fifty times a week and make up just as much  He fuckin', and I know, but pretending I'm out of touch  It's getting strained and gets physical  She cries until the river dries and leaves her dead and cold  Packs up her things and leaves behind what I thought was gold was only gold-plated  Thinking of all the other ones I coulda just left and up and dated  Singled after four years  Starting over never easy  But it takes some time to realize your own worth  Come into your own  Play your mental rebirth  She starts penning some better poems  Straighten up her bank account  Likes to take herself out  I'm getting better at it  I've had a few relationships  But still too young and dumb enough to call it quits  It's still a love song    Love  All I ever want is you  All I ever had, leading in my life was you  All that ever was, all I ever had    Maybe it's easier to talk about this shit in third person  Learning better  Looking for love in all the wrong places  Like I'm Eddie Murphy  Curse me to repeat the same cycle  I'm breaking  No longer think relations make a better woman  Just for life, I'm pursuing  Growing, but hopelessly romantic still  Tasted weather in the bitter climates  Love the sunshine better  Dreaming of dream proposals  Decent moral values placing higher on my chart  Trying not to have a shallow heart  But battle scars are deep and reaching to the depth of hell and back  Try to give up the grudges  Think it's experience and move from the clutches of sadness  It's difficult  Sometimes I wish I wasn't an adult  Adolescent primetime sitcom star  I've been too far and too much, too hard, for too long  It's still a love song