Move Ya Body

I hit the dance floor looking for a chick that knows how to dance though. Can shake it to the Lil Jon gone off a lil don but still can dance slow. Move her hips to the beat, lips real sweet, watching them low rise thighs hypnotize’n C. Dip’n it low to the floor entice’n me. Cutie wit the bootie, a knock out like Tyson hit me. We dance’n till the song change, I saw the draws on this tall dame, chameleon thong and her bra change. She whispered in my ear, listen real clear I came wit my girls I’m tryin to get outta here. I said that’s cool and I here you loud and clear, you real foxy brown like Ms. Pam Grier. She said that she’ll top me down, let me dock my boat in her pier. She moves her body well; Man, me and the mourning gotta to see her. Victim of her love spell, telling me Vicky’s secret that she holds so dear. She got me hype like right boo let’s leave the club. She like alright might have to show you was up. I told her I aint a man of words but I’m bout a lot of action. Told me to be a man of my word and she hopes that I’m packin I showed her my size 14, and she said whus crackin She grabbed my package, jumped back and said lets make it happen