Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
When I walk acroos the room with my my head shakin,
lip-smackin, knee-slappin walk of mine I know you see me.
When I put my blue chillin finger wheelin,
cream feelin dress on i know you see me.
So why must you play hard to get?
You know you want me,
Why must you fight it?
Save the best for last you say,
But i ain't no kiss-ya, diss-ya gonna-miss-ya type,
So please save the act for the other city chick in the back.
Written by China McRae
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