I have to admit, I'm a sucker for pretty eyes and a pretty smile
But I'm a mess for a beautiful spirit
The total package and your sometimes wild side
Enhances the attraction
Yeah, I like my ladies a little feisty.
Crazy even.
I'm talking leaving bricks through windows
Because I was on the phone with my momma too long
I'm talking sleeping with one eye open
Because she jokingly said
She would cut ya balls off pa'tna, and
You know she doesn't play
I need to know you love me.
Write me a "love letter" out of newspaper clippings
That make me feel on top of the world, but also
Watch my back because
I don't know which hedge you will jump from behind
Girl you are fine,
The type of fine that makes heroine
Sound like a really good idea,
The kind of fine that makes you
Steal another poet's lines... Twice
Make me a believer,
A believer that my health would be in serious jeopardy
If I even thought about opening the door
For an old lady to pass through,
A believer that I best not pretend to ask the waitress
For another glass of water
Or find myself missing
And I know you cursed out my sister
Because you thought she was trying to get in my car
When I was just giving her a ride home.
But that's the type of love you give me
That real love,
That something I can feel love
Even if it is a knife to the arm
Or a frying pan to the back.
So baby don't worry,
I got your back
And that little three to five year bid
For "keeping it real" won't break us
Because I'm pretty sure
That no matter where I go
You'd find me...
And that kind of scares me
So I'll be there every visitation Saturday
Flowers in one hand, a shank in the other
Cause I wish a mother fucker would
Try to break up this good thing we have
