What is it with women who wait?
I don’t sit by the phone,
All alone,
Silently begging, “Ring, you bastard!”
Because my phone does outgoing
As well as incoming.
Scoping the guys, pleading with my eyes,
“Please ask me, don’t pass me
By.”
I grab a girlfriend and we hit the floor
So you can see the fabulosity you’re missing.
Until you make the first move.
I set my sights because I'm a real woman.
I’m not afraid to approach you
And suggest we get acquainted
Since waiting’s antiquated.
If I had waited for you
Instead of going after what I wanted
We would never have discovered each other:
Two halves of the same whole,
Two old souls
Who at last are complete.
I will never be a woman who waits.
~*~
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