FRAUD IN LOVE

I will tell my daughter to beware; Beware of those whose belts can't hold what is under; Beware of those whose chests claim to own igneous rocks, I will tell my daughter to beware! 

Beware of those whose lips can't hold the weight of trust; Beware of those whose tongues model thorns; Beware of those who scan hearts with the scanners in their eyes, hack emotions with the codes in their tongues - they will call themselves her artificial intelligence, I will tell my daughter to beware! 

Cause these people will come with hammer in one hand and chisel in the other. 

They will come to screw the bumps in her bodies - but I'm her mother - they won't find bumps. They will find her plain road and ride through to her brain - they will not come as zombies - they will come like her to steal her from her, they will screw her glories, bargain with her secrets and leave her with love notes, I will tell my daughter to beware. 

But I will tell her to accept the French Man; She will learn another love language, Her tongue will taste of French wine, Foreign taste buds will form. He will take her to the Beulah land and she will dig beauties out of the color, green. This time, she will colour love, Green, Cause we are use to the FRaud in Red, Oh! FRaud in Love.