
Damn
Her hair is blown back by a warm autumn breeze
as she strolls down the walkway, crushing dead autumn leaves
With a smile that reveals every one of her teeth
and the dimples of her, rose red cheeks
She's an angel, i think, her divine, secretive lips
shine in their glossiness, begging me for a kiss
I stand aback, watching mesmerized by her beauty
only able to muster the words....damn
'dat booty"
Her hair is blown back by a warm autumn breeze
as she strolls down the walkway, crushing dead autumn leaves
With a smile that reveals every one of her teeth
and the dimples of her, rose red cheeks
She's an angel, i think, her divine, secretive lips
shine in their glossiness, begging me for a kiss
I stand aback, watching mesmerized by her beauty
only able to muster the words....damn
'dat booty"