Her body is an ash tray

Her body is an ash tray where so many stubs of cigarettes die 
Her eyes are a deep freezer unplugged, always thawing at the edges 
Till he says, I need you girl! I need you

We all feel like God sometimes, when we are only told we are needed sometimes
So she stays, when he says, please stay

You wonder if good punches make good love
Cause the only time you see him kissing her is when she is black and blue
And you swear
When you grow up
You’ll give your girl good love, everyday, so she stays