Dear baby you the picture of perfection ...
... You got me inhalin the aroma of your perfume,
and feelin heated ...
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction ...
Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin
My lyrics are poetry ...
Pardon me, but let's be specific ...
My only wish is to be witcha
You got me steady strivin to getcha ...
The pressure's gettin major ...
I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya ...
Got me goin wild with anticipation ...
Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take ...
Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction
when you falsify and start fake, in my position ...
I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball ...
Got my eyes on you baby, can I call? ...