Wallflower

Started off casual, impression was impersonal

She was a dark wallflower, beautiful in all her quiet power

The benefit of the doubt is knowing when to kick him out

Not hard to please she will attest, she lays her head on his chest

Better off again, wisen up instead

It's not in your head, one chance then you're dead

She don't like to dance, the overrated prance

Never called for pretense, but as it were, it's a laugh

Creates a scene with her hands, a gesture that the muse planned

Skeptical of romance, she flirts with sarcasm in bed