Complexion of Coca Cola, in a glass, in the sun
Legs of a Track star, hair that’s silk spun
Breath like Cinnamon, got a career got the Benjamins
Shop o holic like me so she got a flair for spendin’ em
Ponytail’s no problem, Makeup’s not an option
Shoe game catalog like Ebay Auctions
NFL Sunday, next to me in a jersey
Small frame but bangin cuz my baby is curvy
Eclectic and unique, educated how she speaks
Weekends Hit Georgetown and mom and pop boutiques
Lazy Sunday marathon of Trading Spaces
Then hit Crate and Barrel for faux flowers and vases
Competitive, Chess, pool, scrabble we battle
And she wins arguments with a soft kiss and straddle
And with all of this, there’s still stuff I missed
But i’m single and stay pissed cuz she doesn’t exist