The men I’ve loved have been sugar and spice
Different as night and day, bad and also nice
Each one I adored and tired to understand
But alas! After them all, alone now, I stand
I loved something in every one
With each one I had some sort of fun

There names bring diversity to my heart
Daniel, Andre, Emmanuel, Kevin and matt
A wonderful collection of diverse traits
Interesting, different and unique dates
Diversity is the salt and pepper of life
Had my share with each one, of joy and strife

Daniel I met when I was 18 and naive
With him into anything, I was willing to dive
I found him experienced and wise to the ways of the world
He was 21, I found him older and mature, you’d think he was bald
He introduced me to drink and touch and I was hooked
I was with him, around him, behind him, each way he looked
After a year he broke my heart, he said I was too dull
He‘d gone and found himself a college girl!

I was 24 when I met Andre and he was 24 too
I didn’t know what I was getting into I had no clue
He was smooth skinned and a smooth talker
He was never available; trust me he was no stalker
He disappeared every now and then and I pinned after him
He saw other girls; he was one to satisfy his every whim
He couldn’t be held back he wanted every new thing he saw
He belonged to the world, eventually I had to let him go

I waited a year to get over the mysterious Andre and then Emmanuel I met
He gave me a love so simple and real and I know I will never forget
He was a real gentleman, sweet and adoring like a little puppy
He did all he could, took the time, made the effort to make me happy
Roses, chocolates, promise rings, he gave it all to me
But for some reason, try as I may I wasn’t as happy as I should be
I longed for adventure and magic and something that wasn’t so sure
I sabotaged my own happiness; I gave up a love good and pure

I hurt Emmanuel and maybe I was being punished when Kevin came along
He was beautiful and romantic and the first few months were one happy song
He smothered me with attention and wanted to know my every move
His jealously was at first flattering but became a thorn that I couldn’t remove
It stung my flesh and caused me no rest. It got worse when he started to hit me
Mr. Perfect turned to an enemy, I tried to get away but I couldn’t break free
It took me many broken ribs and bruises to finally leave him, I got bold
I finally came to realize that not all that glitters is necessarily gold

I was just learning to be on my own again when I met matt
This time I took my time, I wasn’t going to end up on my face again, flat!
We became friends and got to know one another and I liked what I saw
I decided to give him chance, maybe I’d be lucky this time, you never know!
He treated me well, but was always a bit aloof. Always busy, I never saw his home
When we were together sometimes he wouldn’t want to answer his phone
Then one day I received a phone call.” stay away from my husband, you are warned”
How could matt be married? I couldn’t believe it, we had such a bond!

So that’s my story, sugar and spice and all things bad
That’s the kind of love I have felt and had
After all is said and done I’d do it all over again
Because love is a risk, a chance and sometimes a bargain
And now I wait to see what my next story will be
Speaking of which I just met this great guy called Bobby….