Her the Red Blues

i glance at a woman, very dogmatic, my eyes are enamor to her body. i cant belive what im seeing, i can feel that i'm woke, but i swear that im dreaming. her walk, hips swinging like kids at a playground, buttercream legs stuffed in devilish pumps. im cursed by her strut. fierce red bone woman, eyes like a cat in the night, hair long red curled. i belive it can wrap around the word. jus stomping on all the other girls. u can tell cause all you see is mugs...eyes following that girl thats...just...sooo wow. she got me hard like algebra 9. she to fine to be calling this girl a dime. shes priceless in my eyes. how i would love to be a race car. hitting every curve on her body. i feel like a cow jumping over the beautiful moon she that marrying type someone give me broom all i know i her her the red blues.