and with this gift I compose words and the question that comes forward

are you perspiring from the irony

or sweating to these lyrics.

and this just in, you're dead fit but my wit won't allow it/

the inside lingo had me at hello and we go where the money goes.

I WANT SOMEONE PROVOCATIVE AND TALKATIVE AND IT'S SO HARD WHEN YOU'RE SHALLOW AS A SHOWER

AND FROM WHAT I'VE HEARD WITH SKIN YOU'LL WWIIIINNNNN!~

His bone structure screams touch him, touch him, and he's got the curse of curves.