First of all you a banger
Straight up and down
I'm seeing minks on your hangers
I know your mama told you
don't talk to strangers
That leads to dangerous situations
But I can't be patient
You need communication, appreciation
Respecting your style
instead of talking all wild
One smile you daydreaming of
walking the aisle
In the water bed rolling around
in the money pile
Baby my format is not to be a doormat
But I still pull your chair out
at the table and all that
Touch your back softly whatever it cost me
Time, money, and energy
You will remember me