Maya writes about what makes me phenomenal
The sway of my hips, The curve of my lips
So why am I always the one waiting for that ultimate kiss
Why am I the one that is always on the end of that list
Instead of being that girl, the one that she talks about
The one that makes men crawl
That await on their knees...wow how can I be that woman
The one we all want to be?
So how do I figure all of this out,
How do I know the right one to choose
The one that wont break my heart,
Or give me the inevitable blues
When can I love without abandon,
With absolutely no holds barred
Without feeling like I am in a boxing match,
And having to keep up my guard?
I would really like to meet this man
You know the one my mind creates
Will he just walk into my life
Will he become part of my fate
I just want it to come easy
A chance to just be free
Instead of me always pretending
I want to finally be the real me
