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.
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