Girls like us can't tiptoe around a fine man,

we walk our features on barefoot.

Our swallow does not get smaller when George hits the room,

Neither do we ever need a fork to work in place of our hands when Femi knocks.

Girls like us cannot disguise for a perfect match

we don't suck in our belly to fit into a size 8.

and we don't hate on our lives to be someone else's mandate.

Maybe we don't know how to keep a man, or massage their preferences into our lives.

Maybe we won't find love,

Love will find