Bad (Poem) Wale/Tiara Thomas Cover

Bad

Late night texts

Or short phone calls

Getting straight to the point

Do you wanna fuck

Cause I wanna fuck you

Setting the mood

Talking ‘bout wasting no time

We can do it on the couch

Or the living room floor

Leaving carpet burns on my back

Please make it rough

Don’t be shy

I’ve done this before

I’m not sure how to love

Not sure of affection

But I can feel our sexual attraction

I’m a bad girl

I’m good at it

I’ll be good in bed

I can be a real freak

But no clue about being a girlfriend

Rushing to your house

You got that nice porn bed

Or coming to mine

Create a more intimate set

Doing a little foreplay

Please excuse my hands

And I’ll excuse your lips

They wanna taste and explore

While we slow strip

Our clothes coming off

Where we gonna do this

The bedroom if you wanna be intimate

The shower if you got confidence

You said no commitment

So I won’t pretend to be your girlfriend

But tonight you have a high class freak

I’m a bad girl

I’m good at it

I’ll be good in bed

And afterwards real emotionless

No love here

He hurt her feelings

Set out to break her heart

It was all planned from the mothafuckin’ start

She had a housewife attitude

He wanted her to be his heaux

Over and over again

She feels played

Teach her how to love?

All he wanna do is lust

Used to be summer time fine

But now she winter time cold

Not sure which nigga to trust anymore

But she’s gotten good at being a bad girl

Plays the role

Gives him that good sex

And ends it as he’s heading for his car