Toe Jam

He calls me baby and you would think he gave me pearls or something I am so sweet on him that slice bread is good with his toe jam Yes I am wearing rose colored glasses for he sweet to me like molasses When I am in the store Want to buy sexy stuff You know the kind that will make him break his neck Looking at what he bout to get Wrong yes he can do wrong But then the radio plays our song And I’m melted like butter on grits by his kiss I call him sweetie cause he easy and be cheesy When I look him in his eyes intense like Imma ride this wave till it is time to face new music. But for now they playing our song.