Don’t Stay For Me

Make use of the door if room seems messy
Your standards are too high for me, I twig
Too stunted. I cannot climb to the top.

This is a rich guy whose name is Jesse,
Charm the eyes. Tall and dark. Fine-looks in fig
The dream, girls wish realities to pop

He always fancy i wrap up dressy
Lips on red, fixed the claws, long golden wig
And on see-through trouser my legs should hop

I won’t be the star in your galaxy
There’s no contour to make me shine too big
Leave me to dance my unending bop

Make use of the door, if you won’t breathe fine
My trend would be wrong inhaler for thine

Tochi