But She Can't Cook

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach
But the way to a man's wallet is in his pants
She banked her future on her looks
Which if based solely on that
Her days will be well cared for
Claim to fame was her game in the bedroom
Warm up started with an hour in the bathroom
Always stayed ahead of the curve
Dedicated two hours a day for her curves
True ride-or-die chick
Never left a man wondering
Her commitment was persistent with her living
But she was dying in the kitchen
Because with all the pretty dishes and the silverware
The appliances were more for decoration
She couldn't make a meal if it required more than ordering delivery
And eating out every night can dwindle the romance
As well as the finance
She had the bed on lock
But the stove was so unused that it still remained locked
She most definitely was a feast for the eyes
But man can't live on looks alone