It wasn't love, bein' a simp is what it was
Trying to go after these chicks like they were drugs
I would've paid everything I made for a hug
A kiss or a touch, like a hit, whiff or plug
Sitting in the corner of the room like a bug
Whether it was a class, party, lunchtime, I'd lug
The Situation or setting around like my mind needed a glove
It didn't matter none 'cuz I would always trudge
Through each event
That was social, talking while trying to be cool--like my PC temps
I was in, knee deepness with this cheap weakness
Even though I could get played with my weak defense
Man, I'm glad that I made it
Got the perfect girl, more beautiful than any maiden
A heart made with just the right palette for illustrations
And I know that it's love, not infatuation
Be careful if you chasin' them tails
You Never know, never know if she's just for sale
Are you old enough, can you tell very well
If this is true, love, not from a fairytale
Be careful if you chasin' them tails
You Never know, never know if she's just for sale
Are you old enough, can you tell very well
If this is true, love, not from a fairytale
Wore my heart on my sleeve 'til I was blue in the face
You'd think it was for poor taste that I met this fate
But I was love hungry something like a Pooh Bear
Oh bother, Christopher Robin was not found here
Pondering yes wandering the 100 Acre Woods
Misread the signals to honey pots no not good
Criss-Cross, applesauce and the talent's above
Unique to me - well - until the next one showed up
I was a misguided tool looking for a purpose
Angry at the world when tasks left me unburdened
I'd curse this - stupid things to hurt another
Pushed you trying to find a special lover
Took whips to my back emotionally flayed skin
Issues that were rooted in my own toxic relationships
I find it crazy to think about how a life was once taken
Painted Misery; color coded the wrong agent
Be careful if you chasin' them tails
You Never know, never know if she's just for sale
Are you old enough, can you tell very well
If this is true, love, not from a fairytale
Be careful if you chasin' them tails
You Never know, never know if she's just for sale
Are you old enough, can you tell very well
If this is true, love, not from a fairytale
Let me tell you a little story about this girl that I liked
About my height, dark complexion with a finished shine/
She had all the poor guys wrapped around her index
Girly was so flirty, with game cleaner than Windex
Bein around this chick could make you feel like an insect
With a brain so cloudy makin' difficult to inspect
Whether she was genuine--or that her interests
Was getting attention from any of the opposite sex
Of course, here's a younger me, infatuated
Using 4 letter words thinkin' I was makin' statements
Provin' that I was different, instead demonstrating
That I was more ignorant and probably more impatient
She gave me some excuse, made me think that I had I blew it
Now everyone who knows her also knows I dodged a bullet
But, if you asked me back then, I'd put her in my music
Now I know that wasn't love, just me bein' stupid
Or how hearts had been broken, and I took blame
A pictured frame was my name face shot point blank
But we move on - I'm talking K-I-M
A tribal movement till you seen me then
Found myself in my anger, resentment for others
My wife came through with the ice balm to soothe tundras
Kept me afloat, when I wanted to quit
Build me up from the ground when I was sinking like ships
I was a fool or a fiend, a man to behold
Left cold on the shoulder - love's touch unfroze
Kinda funny to me, how life plays catch
Infatuation you never know - just look right look left
Picture perfect maybe not, my flaws lay bare
Yellow fur no red shirt, blue balloon in the air
You'll find it when you least expect it, story is true
Eden's her eyes - looking glass - step right through
Be careful if you chasin' them tails
You Never know, never know if she's just for sale
Are you old enough, can you tell very well
If this is true, love, not from a fairytale
Be careful if you chasin' them tails
You Never know, never know if she's just for sale
Are you old enough, can you tell very well
If this is true, love, not from a fairytale