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Could'Ve Been (My Baby Daddy)

4/14/02 You asked me one day if it would be okay if we could consecrate our love I told you that I was still a virgin and that my stuff was precious to me from above At this point in our relationship you told me that you loved me At least one time you did decree Several times throughout we kissed, we fondled one another You were such a gentlemen and you said you understood my brotha And that me being a virgin wasn’t a bother It’s been six long years, these days baby that’s a long time One day you took it upon yourself to pop the question about love sublime “DID I EVER TELL YOU THAT YOU WOULD BE THE ONE THAT WOULD DEVIRGIN-IZE MY BEHIND AND PLACE ME UNDER THE GUN” You begged and you pleaded for just a little squeeze Just to let you smell my nature, you said: “PLEASE BABY PLEASE” I gave into you and said just a little peek but you must not tell cause, This is on the down-low you know on the sneak You tipped right on through You tickled me, you wiggled you moved all about. It was oh so sensual I never felt anything so emotion-felt, in all my days I began moving about in many, many ways and at this point my virgin-est behind Wanted to know how the un-virgin lays He moaned than I, as he tried entering my anatomy, he made me yell out and cry I don’t need no baby daddy right now, I’m to young My mom and dad would die He stuck his tongue into my ear, then licked me down as he began to lie He said: baby girl believe me when I say this; I’m a man not a boy I take full responsibility for all this joy I’m not ready to be your baby daddy That’s when I said: “BOY DON’T BE COY”! He said I got protection for me and you, Now let’s get down to the business at hand, “You know I love you Boo”! I knew I had love for this brotha, but what I wasn’t sure of is, If what we had between the two of us was enough to become a father and a mother All of a sudden something clicked; that’s when I belted out: “GET UP OFF OF ME, SLICK” Get you lying tail off me, quick! I remember you now, you’re the joe-blow who’s face was plastered on America’s most wanted The most wanted dead-beat dad, labeled low-class! He hemmed then hawed, trying t get back in, buut my still virgin behind got my head on straight to continue with my dignity and grin.

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