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!!!!!!!
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