He's the She-It

There he goes again with that big wide grin There he goes again beckoning to me to sin If his love wasn’t so magnetic perhaps I could stand a chance But every time he extends his hands towards me, I accept and Together we slow dance He smells so good and he holds me so firm And over and over again this lesson is one I Continue to learn Yes, yes, yes, I know that he’s slow an easy Sometimes fast and speedy But each and every time he adds a new twist, It starts with a hug and then ah, and we end with a kiss His arms are like poles of marble His eyes are like sweet caramel His legs like rods of iron And his voice, like that of a lion If he wasn’t all that perhaps I could resist But like I say, he is the She-It!!!!!!!