With That Creep!
When i sat
With "That -Boy-"
He would stand
Looking,and-say-:
"I love you,girl
With your pretty curls-done-
And that booty shaking
Moves,clashing to your moody-times-
It like heaven!"
He even-said-
"To sit and know
That "wow"-you!-
Your just so-
So booty,so -shaking-"
And that all he'd say
That i was,in a way,-hott-
But dude,those days
Are anyways-past-
Hes gone along now,no more
Of all those-BootyCalls-
Because Boy,Im no meat
Im not Heated-up-
Chicken Breasts
So stop staring at my chest-Creep!-
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