Breakfast Puddin

A whale of a woman with a mouse's appetite She's the kinda girl, shy when it comes to smiling. Heard such things as cute face, extra large in the waist or lose a few pounds we can go a few rounds. But I'm here to tell you, I love the mammal in you. No need to nibble on a count of me, I'm not Ray Charles your wrists look good to me I'm old school honey, grits should be thick with fish on my hominy. Ain't a Jill Scott out there, that should be behind a stage. Get up close and personal, shine on my face like sun in winter days. I've always been a man who understood properties, take pancakes for instance, lay down flat, and pour sweetness on top of me, ain't a man alive hasn't had his fill of breakfast puddin. Thick chicks been in before Victoria had secrets You're front page beautiful, and belong on every page after. We put to much into size and not enough in our skin. Love from within