Jane Doe
Whus up Jane Doe, I don’t think I know ya name so
I'll just get acquainted wit what you think'n in you brain though.
Never seen ya frame but the picture that I picture'll stay the same.
Beauty is in on the inside, wit you in yo rhyme’s in time hopefully you just wont be a figure in mind. I believe in what I can’t see, the air I breathe, the god who blessed me and Jane Doe who respects me
Never even seen nor meet me, I guess my sales pitch'll sell this
It must be ditto because I stay in touch wit this chick.
Never seen her hips, lips, thighs, eye's or ****.
But some how she knows what I’m on before I even said it.
Now I got more questions then lessons, not the type for neglecting.
On the same page its strange neither mind has time for rejection.
Got me ready to dance horizontal and give you my ********
I’m just mess'n, this whole time in this whole rhyme I’ve known ya name. I just wanna get to know the person who got the name.
You got a story that'll make a nigga wanna read. I usually just pick up books to look now I wanna read. I wanna see if you what you cracked up to be. Most men would be intimidated but you stack up to me. Back it up to me; throw it back you'll see. They don’t call me the sire for nothin if you want you can come and see.
Copyright © Courtney Allen | Year Posted 2005
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