The girl from work, Dat roughed man up I

6:35 pm, the bus 18 she embussed

Black hair and her wack friend, who’s got him enraged

“Enemy of Progress”! You see, he & her are like mix-match

But the EP won’t detach, So he’s got to re-strat -egise.

KFC tomorrow, so they can bankulize

Young love! Chicken & feelings, who knew they could magnetise

So he sees her on Tuesday?

Crazy manager isn’t in, so it must be a good day?

Bad boy like man begins noticing mood drops.

This must be love. Nah, the boys mustn’t hear this; He’ll just look odd

20 mins in, and He’s starting to look off,

Every single bell when it’s not her is a death knell to his poor heart.

What is love? Cause I never felt this before

“No girl can rough man up” to the boys, so I swore

“I call the shots, can’t be catching feelings.”

But damn, I feel like I am yielding

How do I tell the boys? That it does exist

Memories never lie, and I damn well felt this

How do I tell the boys? That she didn’t only “rough man up.”

She broke man's heart.

How do I tell the boys that I messed it up?

And she’s every face I see; I can’t make this up…

Nah! No girl can rough me up again!