My girl - she makes you feel like
God's been work-ing over-time…
My girl - she make you feel like
You wished on the very last dan-de-lion…
My girl - no matter what I write,
I can't justify all she is, simply through rhyme…
My girl - she fine...
Oh yeah...
My girl - she fine...

Now -
Sweeter than sugar, dipped -
Stickin' to a licked, cherry-red lollipop,
I got a girl fine as summer, and
There ain't a damn thing funner, and
How I found her's still a wonder;
But I know that I'ma love'r -

Through thick and thin, narrow-wide -
Sun rise and set within her eyes, and
I can't answer all the why's or
The how's when people pry…
But I know that when I see her,
Like Furtado, I wanna try…

Our business is our business,
So be privy to this sentence:
"You can think what you wanna,
But nothing will offend us..."

My love flow like relentless,
She play the finest tempest -
Had to write it, just to vent this -
Sing - because I meant this…

With every last molecule,
Within my cheap soul –
I played one-on-one with
My demons on a road –
That led to nowhere fast,
Alley-oop, and kicked they ass –
Then called game point,
And knuckle-punched ‘em with brass…

And I was free…
Love once again inside me.
A beautiful society –
Where everyone was finally –
Released of all guilt,
And all the beans that they spilt –
Released of all shame:
Clean soul, heart, brain…

Now needless to say,
I was ecstatic.
I been dying for a while,
And the pain was automatic.
The drinking helped to cure me
Lost my soul, on a journey –
Where I fled from the truth, and
Let the Devil serve me.



Life on platter, with a horrible bladder –
Plus I was depressed, so I saw fat get fatter…

But back to the sweetness,
My proper weakness –
I could stop her in a hallway, and
Beg for her sweet kiss…
Push her ‘gainst a wall, ‘cause I be the freakest –
Spread her far apart, and ask, “can I eat this?”
Because I very well need this…
I could Catholic-school girl
Checkered-skirt, and pleat this.

And -
She angel-soft,
When I’m hard and come apart,
And she’s way too smart –
She keeps towels in the car…
To clean up the what's
Left behind by my heart...
I moves it really slow,
Like a Basking Shark
And afterwards, we just lay on the hood –
Talk about this, that –
The “I will’s” and “I should’s”

Way too good, to a punk like me,
I prolly don’t deserve –
An ounce of she…
And that’s how it should be –
Purring, gushy.
Ladies keepin’ guys
From getting’ to flirty –
Promiscuous and dirty
Without any worries…
Takin' time to love 'em,
Without any hurry...
Not through a power-trip,
But more like choice –
More like they wanna
Come home and have moist –
Young spongecake,
Waitin’ to give her tummy aches –
Shoot, feel like you’ve baked –
Your brain and been high from 3 to 8.

I give her this feeling to where
She’s falling off a cliff…
Like she’s the last musician who learned
Her very first riff…
Ladies, I know you all sittin’ there –
Catchin’ my drift…
It’s the feeling when you can’t take
Any more on your clit.
So I take my time – lap –
Kitty-milk her slit…
And make dreams a reality and
Say “baby, make a wish”…

And the way she love me back,
It ain’t too brisk…
And she ain’t a jealous skeez,
Who always questioning “if’s” –
“And’s” or “but’s,” – like “Sol whutup” –
“With the last 5 crushes –
That’cha had in one month?”…



My girl got eyes that make me
Melt into the sky,
To where I look deep and tell lies –
Like “I’ve seen something flyer…”
(Yeah right)

Fallen so mad, I think my pen and pad –
Can’t capture how I feel,
And that’s really too bad –
Because if they could,
I’d explain how I would –
Lay down my favorite coat
So she could walk over mud.

Smiling –
At some perfect timing…
Nothing can stop me –
The world’s perfect diamond –
Is sittin’ right in front of me –
With spring-soaked eyes,
Layin’ head upon my belly,
While she lay between my thighs.

See it’s in my plans to keep you –
Cheap, you? –
Never –
The weather so perfect,
Can’t say it’s been better…
Your aura just hugs me,
Like my favorite cashmere sweater,
When I shift your corvetter
From gear-one to one-better...

White cakes and champagne, and
I ain’t talkin’ bout no ‘caine,
I fuck with real highs,
Like pickin’ my baby’s brain…
She helps me focus, maintain –
My umbrella in the rain,
Lookin’ fine in Jimmy Choo’s
Or a pair of Mary Janes…

My baby is my baby,
If you fuck me, then you rape me –
My mind shinin’ right,
Hell if y’all play me…

I’ll change lifestyles,
Because I wanna do right –
By your side,
Silk suit – all white –
No hype…
People talkin’ bout:
"'Cha gotta change for yourself…"
Well I’m worth it, but I’m crazy,
So I gotta choose someone else.

Top that, then try and fit into my top hat,
Another type’a cat
That bite back like a wombat.
Me,
And my baby with the plen-ty…
And she way too fine,
To ever feed’er Wendy’s.

She get top notch treatment,
Hot-crotch freakin.
Panty hot-spot seepin’
When we hop-scotch on the weekends…

And we can love this,
Keep this, but change this –
We kiss and make this –
The reimbursement to anything and
Everything, we ever saw wasted.

Life:
Synonymous with you…
And you plus me,
Equal a happy two.
Bonded, magic-wanded –
The perfect storm: you calmed it –
Now sugar lemme feel you,
So I can see what this song did…

Sol-T
1/27/2005