WONDER WHY THEY CALL YOU BITCH

I watched her perfect body Swaying side to side like a palm tree She danced gracefully and calm The light gauze hung loose about her form To me she seemed to have grown lovelier For passing through the storm Upon her swarthy neck black shiny hair Wine flushed Eyes devouring for her shape with eager Looking at her faslsely smiling face Later on you lives with a different guy From yesterday's And then You wonder why they call you bitch