It's A Mystery

There she was
All alone with a mirror and a phone.
Like a satellite looking for home.
Pics and innuendos
The list just flows
Little lover could never find none
Left with the tricks of local scum

So she's oiled up
Thong on
Playing her favorite song
Pics snappin
And I'm rapping here In the background
How many men wish to lay her down
Not thinking of the future
He busts, she lusts and another clown leaves town.
Nah worse yet
he beds ur BFF before wiping off the sweat
Sad song goes on
Even as I hit this bong
Another hearts broken like glass
Just another piece of ass for the wolves
I'm sitting here making sense of the senseless
Sherlock pipe puffs
And its all elementary Holmes...