Hey girl you lookin kinda fine.
Wish that I could make you mine.
With that hair that swings so fiercely and those lips, look how they shine.
Yo curves lookin amazing.
Hazel eyes are blazing.
Every swivel of your hips got my manly hormones raging.
Girl them clothes fit just right.
And them pants are oh so tight.
Perfume sprayed across your body with names like Fantasy and Delight.
You wearing the latest brands.
Decorated nails across your hands.
Ya smile got me high off the ground, don't know when I"m gonna land.
You strut proud in 4 inch heels.
Got that crazy sex appeal.
But when I go to try to talk to you...something seems like it's not real..
You can barely hold a convo.
So I think it's time that I go.
And find someone who's not caught up in Prada, Chanel or Coco.
That little walk that you were taught,
and your new hair, which you bought,
Makes you like a plastic fishing lure, hoping real men will be caught.
You can't be fake looking for real,
No matter how soft your lips feel,
Cuz under all the glitz and glamour, your true intentions will be revealed.
Cuz you see it's what's inside,
Which gives women their pride.
And have a good man on their wedding day, standing by their side.
So in the end girl I don't care,
about the clothes, make up or hair.
What's in your heart and your mind determines if my life with you I'll share.
So Beauty let's try this again,
I only want to be your friend.
Cuz I'm not lookin for a Barbie....and I'm not tryna be your Ken.