WE WERE SO HOT
Last night was the first timeTomorrow can't be the last time
Did I whine to truly please
My every move a treasure baby
In the past I held back didn't trust
Read from romance magazines
The best part of apple pie is the crust
You birthing me is a must
My silent mental status begs you to stay
The bitch throughout hopes ya ricochet
Paralyzed from the waist down feeling faint
Crazy do to the fact what is really ain't
We were so hot
By the spoonful needing a lot
Trading for all ya got
We were so hot
So hot
So hot
So hot baby
Tongues stuck in traffic
Jammed with jelly
Navel licks in the dancer's belly
My life jacket overboard
Rich to the gills I can afford
Twin sisters vouch you're fantastic
Which one is a sincere bore
Last night was the first time
Tomorrow can't be the last time
Did I whine to truly please
My every move a treasure baby
We were so hot
By the spoonful needing a lot
Trading for all ya got
We were so hot
So hot
So hot
So hot baby
Copyright, Nina Lee coauthor Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
All rights reserved by author(s) 2013
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-02-02 at 19:27
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