You say your soul was destined for mine,

Destined to be intertwined,

Destined to love in the fall,

Destined, but you love them all.

You love the girls that sit pretty,

You love the girls that talk witty,

You love the girls that look,

And you love the girls that cook.

Is it my fault because I stay?

Because I trust, love, and pray?

Or because I always care?

When you're broke I always share.

My soul doesn't want to be tied,

To a man who always asks for rides,

To a man who isn't just with me,

And to a man who thinks this is my destiny.