I’m crazy bout a girl and that’s the dog gone truth/ Lady is dime. Staying on my mind/ Thoughts play and then rewind like a song on loop/ Of how I wanna serve her in the long-haul... shoot/ Maan, maybe I should tell her/ I’m speechless like a song before I lay the accapella/ It's crazy how a fella could trip so easily/ But still I wonder what this sista sees in me/ She could be the mother of my kids – wait slow down/ It's too early to tell but I know now/ That by God she is designed elegant/ Refined, delicate, sweet, fine, intelligent/ She 'n' I could benefit from givin’ it a try/ I think I’m gonna ask for a minute of her time/ And if I find out she’s as interested as I/ I’ll offer her my love in an infinite supply because

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She is so fly and she is so pretty/ Headed for cloud nine, I want her to go with me/ She could make this man complete, but am I chasing after her or just the fantasy?/ Well I don't know, but she's so fly. She is so pretty/ Headed for cloud nine, I want her to go with me/ She could make my plans complete/ But am I chasing after love or just the fantasy?

Excuse me, I know that we ain’t close/ And besides the odd time, we ain’t spoke/ I never been in the game like EA Sports/ But let me run this by you like a relay course/ See, your beauty allures me/ Plus, you be mature. I truly adore thee/ And I ain't singing you no Song of Solomon/ But if I catch feelings, is it wrong to follow 'em? Naw/ See, I think we’ve got them for a reason/ Maybe you could give me a shot, just for a season/ Like a wild moose, if you catch my analogy/ She like that. We could match quite compatibly/ I ask quite casually, “So how about it?”/She smiled real bright like, “No doubt about it”/ Whoa I’m astounded! We meetin' up for coffee/ They say there plenty of fish, but she’s already caught me, man.

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Right from the first few dates, it was magical/ Pacin’ was gradual/ Girl’s got class plus the right amount of sass/ Traits that are admirable/ The real thing, no fling like a catapult/ Later on it’s evident we're clinging like the mandibles of gators on some venison... to each other/ We are growing too attached/ And ignoring all the warnings that are showing through the cracks/ Like the fact that we don't see eye-to-eye faith-wise/ And we don't really have no personal connection/ I know I ain't the type to idolize waist lines/ Yet I find I'm fiending for the flirtin' and affection/ And the need to be gratified, dude/ I ain't down to treat a girl like a platter of fine food/ That's just sleazy, bruh/ Studying pick-up lines and goin' nuts with the lust... I call it macadamia/ That's vastly inferior to genuine love/ Our heightened fightin' and distrust are evidence of/ The understanding that we mutually fumbling/ Love's no fantasy but a truly beautiful, dutiful covenant/ We was overdue for the wake-up call/ Ain’t nobody being bitter bout the break-up, y’all/ It’s all in God’s hands, guess I’m back to single/ If love is the air, please crack the window...