In School
 

In School

MADD my stats and glory is in the category of being true and clever
Both brew together in a schoolroom, cool perfume worn and whatever
My feet are great after I treat and manipulate an bring to a desired
Form it required calm on my pedicure toenails grow stale not admired
Girls as damp sweets tramp the streets but I’m in school hot and inspired
Sex is wise like exercise cause a complex rise in my body hormones
Party to bars stoned drink barcardi mixed strong get fixed for bones
Even though I tread and walk spread the talk that’s proper like a doctor
Grapes make wine my panty cakes fine like recipes from Betty Crocker
I’m in a French Class can get pinch fast on the ass by boys that trash
Annoys me, body hot no doubt but not on route to be an outcast
Or drop out pregnant, so if a lover is wise he will rubberize for sex
MADD anyway met this boy looked at me as a wet toy being a complex
Piece of coo-chee, his pride strange and wide range like taste buds
Can’t waste love want to be unique, true and sweet not embrace a scrub
He’s dressed in navy blue he want my gravy to call me baby boo, “you above
The rest” looked at my poking breast hoping best to suck nipples no less
“Aw girl you got brown thighs and round eyes butt shake like Jell-O” caress
My waist hello this fellow want crisp cream, kiss extreme can’t get mellow rest
Felt like a wet queen in a Jet magazine he wants to get keen feel my breast
His raps be brisk hard to resist and not kiss, my body built best in a silk dress
Soft stuff he uttered hot like butterscotch made my cooch melt, what a test