Thats My Man

He walk like a monument with dark brown sugar sprinkled on him From the cradle of his knowledge to the footprints he leaves in the sand He got that bittersweet innocent grin yet That smile is more sexually syndicated than late night shadows of skin Yet more sensual and rich than your average raunchy **** He look like if a million dollars could make you holla Just spending him would make you scream He even look better in dreams like coconut coffee flavored chocolate ice cream (cut) I wish he were a dime cause dollars are easy to steal Forget about Benjamin his face should be on the hundred-dollar bill He speaks with the delectation of the Nile River so serene His he is not amateur he is the professional at providing my needs I have no desires they have been fulfilled since the sun in his smile came into view