If I knew where to start, I would probably have your heart. I know I'm no contender, neither a winner in your book. I turn the page just to see your face. What is this face? You are more beautiful color than the beginning of all womankind. Clawing my way out of your grasp isn't as inevitable as I thought it would be in my mind. But maybe I don't want to go. I know it's hard to fish in the sea. Maybe I don't want to boat. I hate to bring sand to the beach, but maybe I want to glow. Cause your eyes match good vibes like fat ass and thick thighs. Excuse me, Ms. Butterfly, allow me to show you something. Back at my beehive, we could sign your kitty on a runny time. Real super casual, fragilistic, like, I mean, better than the average type, I mean, like, not a main cabin flight. Hi. Ms. Cola, your profile names and steps are so shaped like rock. That's my guys, they told me, but that's me, I know you. I would run halfway across the world for you. Deep sea diving in the bottom of the ocean, looking for a pearl for you. You probably like to straighten your hair, but you don't know what them curls'll do. I cut off every other girl for you. Anybody hurt my baby, I'm hurling you. Huh? Huh?