My Runny is Toxic
Oo! You precious twenty-one year old baby.
How you amuse me with your words. Your…jive, thrive.
Your vernacular’s spectacular, sweet little thang.
I walked in, supah fine, crisp like wine, on a pair–a-legs that say I’m outta sight.
But here’s the change daddy-o.
You know how to step, you ain’t over easy.
Nay, with my groovy dips and hips I am divine, but you are the one worth precious time.
My brick house built baby, I can see a prize with these eyes. You are of the true few.
I ain’t sorry I wore heels, and you ain’t sorry you wore pants. So let’s dance, to the slip and slide of a new tide.
The beat is ours girl friend.
Let’s sing it til the end.