Love those curves, wanna climb your slopes.
Oooh girl, you drive me crazy with those big brown eyes.
Little Mama this, Baby that, Fine little girl, Chiquita....
Who you think you're talking to?
Boy, you don't know me like that.
I am more than the shell I inhabit.
I have depth, dreams, intelligence too
Get a clue, girls are repulsed by your crude babbling.
We are clearly offended when you stare, drooling in our direction.
Clean up your act, evolve...cause you act like a caveman.
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