He Just
My man, so smooth
Looks so good in his black
He just keeps comin at me
not cuttin me no slack
I'm not sure why he loves me
but he just keeps givin me
gifts me gifts
things I can wear on my arms
fingers
things I've paid less for cars
I don't care
I'll probably lose em, anyway
i'm not good with things
I'm good with how we sway
Left, right, back and over
He dances me so
And he loves to dance me
THAT is what I need
Copyright © Kimmy Holmes | Year Posted 2008
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