domingo, 18 de abril de 2010

Baby, how you doing? You know I'm gonna cut right to the chase, huh? Some women were made. But me, myself? I like to think that I was created for a special purpose, you know? What's more special than you?
It's on baby, let's get lost. You don't need to call in to work 'cause you're the boss. For real, want you to show me how you feel. I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal. Why? Well, you got the key to my heart but you ain't gonna need it. I'd rather you open up my body and show me secrets you didn't know was inside; no need for me to lie.
Usually I'm humble, right now I don't choose. You can leave with me or you could have the blues. Some call it arrogant, I call it confident. You decide when you find out what I'm working with. Damn, I know I'm killing you with them legs. Better yet, them thighs. Matter of fact it's my smile, or maybe my eyes? Boy, you're a sight to see... kinda something like me.
It's too big, it's too wide, it's too strong, it won't fit. It's too much, it's too tough. He talk like this 'cause he can back it up: he got a big ego, such a huge ego. But I love his big ego, it's too much. He walk like this 'cause he can back it up.

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