![]() (You’re the one that was trying to keep me way down.Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (back 'round).I can tell you ain’t laughed in a while.And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud.And if you need a friend to pick you up, I’ll be around.That the hands can’t touch, that them broads can’t be, and that’s you.Cause what's real is something that the eyes can't see.Is it real? if it's not, girl you don't care.Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair.And baby girl you're a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not.Take it from a man that loves what you got.So all you see is what you lacking, not what you packing.Cause you see that no one wants you back and it got you asking.And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure.You keep falling victim cause you're insecure.You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling.To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard my darling. ![]()
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