To all the women with the flaws I know it's hard my darlin, You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not callin, you keep fallin victim cause' you're insecure. & when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure. Cause you see that no one wants you back and it got you askin. So all you see is what you're lackin, not what you're packin. Take it from a man that loves what you got. And baby girl you're a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not. Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair. Is it real? if it's not, girl you don't care. Cause what's real is something that the eyes can't see, that the hands can't touch, that them broads can't be, and that's you. Never let 'em see you frown. And if you need a friend to pick you up, I'll be around.
And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud, I can tell you ain't laughed in a while, but I wanna see that crooked smile.