The Book’s Cover
Bold like the sun
We could have some fun
Me plus you makes a hell of a sum.
It could be infinity
Yeah I know you’re into me
Keeping it 100 like a centipede you’re sent to me
Put my love on lockdown
Tell me what’s the sentencing?
I could be your Mr. Goodbar
On the front counter, you don’t have to look hard
I don’t take hearts but I take starts
You’re my divinci out of the fake arts
Oh did I mention?
I’m loving your dimensions
My attention is devoured by your beauty you’re a cutie
And it drew me
You’re the shit
You have to shew me
Like move please
We’d make a nice pair like two feet
And I’m not talking about measurements
Because time with you is always pleasuring