The Kind
You know, there’s always the kind of woman who sticks with losers the kind of woman who likes her comforts the kind of woman who cons the conman the kind of woman who sails through hassles the kind of woman who runs with cheetahs the kind of woman who chats with crackpots the kind of woman who sings in secret the kind of woman who hordes her assets the kind of woman who sets the standard the kind of woman who trusts her guru the kind of woman who makes the party the kind of woman who likes her chances the kind of woman who knows her voices the kind of woman who plays at princess the kind of woman who sucks at soccer the kind of woman who winks at danger the kind of woman who mocks the morons the kind of woman who flirts with fire the kind of woman who thinks in circles the kind of woman who lies with lions the kind of woman who wails her sorrows the kind of woman who soothes the weary the kind of woman who knows the goddess the kind of woman who paints the city the kind of woman who steals the spotlight the kind of woman who darts through traffic the kind of woman who bakes her neurons the kind of woman who scowls at demons the kind of woman who bathes in splendor the kind of woman who leans on fences.
Then there’s the kind of man who honks at hookers the kind of man who scoffs at hurdles the kind of man who chucks the excess the kind of man who nails his critics the kind of man who checks his email the kind of man who hacks the heavens the kind of man who fails at friendship the kind of man who feels his power the kind of man who stops at nothing the kind of man who shakes his booty the kind of man who moves through jungles the kind of man who barks the blarney the kind of man who shows his wisdom the kind of man who steals your thunder the kind of man who tilts at windmills the kind of man who jerks the jerky the kind of man who wins the woman the kind of man who spares the helpless the kind of man who lives to gossip the kind of man who feeds the bulldog the kind of man who spots the spotter the kind of man who cries to mama the kind of man who fights the simple the kind of man who fools the gadflies the kind of man who tends the daisies the kind of man who burns the bacon.
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