Sweet like those extra soft sugar cookies
You know, the double iced kind that make your face contort
and your heart-rate increase
She’s sweet
and likened to the ripend honeydew
the kind that’s spent hours tanning in Caribbean sunplash
I think of her and my mouth fills with the pressing desire to suck nectar through the pores of every single one of her erogenous zones
I wanna lick the sweat off her brows
And bottle her scent
I’d sell it and make a killin’
She lives in a place in my mind that never tires of sugar cane
I’ve grown dependency
Like substance abuse
I’m addicted
I need a fix!
She makes me wanna twitch
She makes me wanna sing in public places to people who give less than a damn
And it makes me cry out all the louder
She’s so sweet… She’s on my mind when I wake up in the morning; she’s so swee –ee-eet!
She makes me wanna cry out to Jesus
Call me blind Bartimaeus
Coz the truth is I can’t see anymore
They keep telling me to be quiet
but she got a fella goin crazy
I draw pictures of her smile in my mind and daydream about whatever little moments of time I can bask in her glory
I bet your sayin, “this dude corny!”
But she’s so sweet that – “FOR YOU?” – I’ll be corny
And for her – me so horny
And the truth is you aint even get a glimpse of the “How Incredibly Sweet My Baby Is” story
But you will
Give me a minute
This picture I’m about to paints gonna wrap you right up in it
And perhaps cause you to look at your man a lil’ different
But don’t get mad at him
It aint his fault he don’t speak like this about you
He just never tasted sweetness to the degree o’ this piece right here
AND HE NEVER WILL
And if he ever does, he’ll be just like me
Singin’ wildly in the street at the top of his lungs
She’s so sweet… She’s on my mind when I wake up in the morning; she’s so swee –ee-eet!