You lie too much.
You play too much and you always cheat.
You promise more than you can deliver.
You give way too little of your energy.
And you either call too late or never at all.

You always pick the wrong flowers and
You always miss it when our baby kicks.
You have way too much fun with your friends and you end up
You end up forgetting to pay the bills.

You always have too many chances and a million second chances.
Your ways are too weak to fight so that you opt for device.
Too proud to apologise and too sexy to sleep with one man.
And I guess you’re even too busy to notice
That I wrote this poem for you.