She hardcore like ebonics
and majority of the time the friendship was primarily platonic
I read you like an Orwell comic
1984, the year she was born in the Bahamas
Classic, like a mellow song from The Renaissance
playing on a phonograph resonance
Sweet nothings in the early morn, word is bond
you my Corazón, hella yawns, playing Dilla Jawns
Mirror, Mirror in ya eyes, you the fairest under the skies
I'm obliged to kiss you right between the thighs
Your style sublime, fly designs
you got my mind reclined, from 6 - 9
Fine, like a line that you draw in the sand, in the shape of a heart
while you holding my hand
fingers like a grand piano
Black, she white, slash mulatto
singing love songs in soprano