The little lady sits in her usual chair
She sits there every day as far as she’s aware
I’d love to know her thinking cause she has a vicious stare…
The love control.
Her so called man is a love control
She stares at what the hell is her goal
He hits her when he feels her body and soul…
The love control.
A man hits a woman really hits my soul
Love control…
How can some men be as a hate role
Love control.
Our little lady doesn’t understand
She can say enough and make a stand
But all she’ll do is live as planned…
The love control.