NOT GIVIN' YA MY MONEY

She stepped in sassy
Just knew I'd be hooked
Cool as a winter breeze
The man in me didn't look

Spent plenty cash for that dress
Thought this would conform me
To the common man a challenge
I'm satisfied with the air I breathe

Let's break the pace here a moment
Switch from smooth to a slow drag
Red light parties call it kiss and grind
For the amateur this blows his mind

Hey baby, say pretty girl lookin' good
You're the best pop on the cold sickle
Gooey with honey from thirsty bees
For this I'm not givin' you my money

Not givin' ya my money
The time of day, nope-nope
Oh no, not the hard earned
Not givin' ya my money

Not my money
My money
Girl not the cash
Not givin' ya my money

She steeped in sassy
Just knew I'd be hooked
Cool as a winter breeze
The man in me didn't look

Spent plenty cash for that dress
Thought this would conform me
To the common man a challenge
I'm satisfied with the air I breathe

Not my money
Not my money
Not my money
Not my money
Woman, I'm not givin' ya my money



Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
All rights reserved by author 2014




Poetry by France England
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Written on 2014-07-05 at 19:22

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