Hello, how are you, no mean really how do you do?
I feel a bit blessed to be able to hold a conversation with you.
I do not want to come across as a goof, or a fool
But the truth of the matter is I have been watching you from across the room
I thought it was pretty interesting how you kinda moved from 1 chair to the next, dude to dude
You did that so smooth like the niggas do it, I thought that was rather smooth
You have placed a thought in my head, and gave me a thought or two
You have brought light to why some men do the things we do
I will give you the fact that most of us are dogs, and can be a bit crude
But a lot of you ladies can be just flat out rude
You left a good guy, showing you respect, he was a gentleman, I mean a real good dude
Then you walked to the pimp of the club, overly cologne up with his suit and matching shoes
I am taking it that his rap was probably as wack as the way he moves
You had that look on your face the whole time, and again I saw you move
Now mind you, you haven’t bought a drink all night, and you cute and all but not all that, but it is all cool
Now, I did not stop you to dawg you, but I did to see if I could learn a little about you.
You fine, and sexy, big bootey for weeks, chilling in the club doing what you do
NOW, the dude you are about to leave with, I hope he is what you were looking for, Boo.
That chik you were talking shit about with her face all bruised, the dude you leaving with, is her ex-dude
You wanted to hook up with him I guess because he looked like he can protect you
But you passed up the dude that will do a better job at taking care of you, but that is on you
“xpressURself”
