Smooth Operator

Smooth Operator it was late in the evening & on the street had my body kit waxed on my Camry fenders had a slasp of silver so did the rims stero was blasting to my favorite song Like Michael Jackson & Stevie B rolled into my neighborhood bar many looked out at my car I was fixing to put one on slamming back drinks until I couldn't even think out in the back was the girl of my dreams named Sara I smiled in her direction needing some sweet affection much to my surprise she had a bun in the oven from her secong cousin was it any wonder i had too much time on my hands Still I made a play for sweet Sara she was so very nervous i could hear it in her voice but it was my choice to dance with her in the middle perhaps i was playing second fiddle or loosing the ball in a dribble that's why they call me the smooth operator today I used my many talents that God gave me but I was a dear gentleman to Sara and raised her baby as our own took a chance in the dark in that i lit the spark to what i was waiting for although the many years have passed still having every reason to grasp how much a love can grow the strong beat of the tempo in the way we should go so today I still wax my Camry with every fiber in me the times have changed but the love still grows been knocked to the ground but my hope still shows now every place that I go I'm known as the smooth operator would you like another ice cream flavor it's just sugar & spice with everything nice once this life is through no second chance to roll twice