Now I know it isn't very proper to stare, but the way she walked on by
made me not really care.
Outstanding, in the past i'd be too scared to speak. But closed mouths they just go hungry and only get kisses on the cheek.
Well hey i'm older now funny how things have changed. I talk to any woman I want and don't feel the least bit strange.
They're usually very receptive to my lingo, calling out there numbers like a brothas playing bingo. I swing low so you can find me in my sweet chariot, as we go merrily off somewhere to just try an forget.
All the troubles of the day and all the bills we've yet to pay, how the hell do we make ends meet June thru May. Anyway back to honey child she's just pure as snow flakes falling. And when she smiled back at me staring, I knew that I had found my calling. Not balling but I can say I do o.k. I got a house a good job and I live for the day.

I can definitely empathize with that one... that was nice..