from short distance & afar, you're a star you aren't a mistress, you are more you are the mrs.; second to nobody your body, comes second to no body no probably, repeatedly, i know i'll be exceedingly pleading we make us wake up, having morning sex before we ever kiss & make up pouring stress, on the curb, for the herd, who ain't here so they can observe, before you, i've been living in pain here i came here, so you could distract me exactly how you distract me i focus on your dopeness, & attack it like tackling you're so gorgeous, you're Folgers; the best part of waking is me naked, looking over at you naked kidnapping me in the blanket wrapping me, like the spider dude sliding me, inside of you i'm gonna lie to you, about something stupid & you'll prove it we'll bicker, we'll fuss just as quick, we'll kiss & make up, then we'll fuck the story of us, is filled with good mornings, passion, & lust clashing, disgust; break ups, make ups then finale with trust; renewed vows, to rally around us ooh child, this dude you found, with you, is proudly in love