ovb81
03-29-06, 01:55 AM
I hope yall read this..its a little long...but i think it is my best work
Dream Girl
By: ME
Im past cloud 9 im more like 10
you bring me inner peace like practicing zen
My soul is a reflection of your eyes as we rise
Bringing our selves closer to god
Every cloud higher we are undressing our fasods
Climbing higher from 7 to 8 we escape
Reality unraveling mortality
We are 1 add a 0 and that is the cloud that we stand on
Wondering how long im going to pretend
That as soon as I met you my knee’s wanted to bend
To marry and worship you
They quiver in anticipation
Intoxicated by your libations
One of god’s most beautiful creations
Untampered by Revlon and mabalene
Maybe she was born with it
Natural beauty, naturally beautiful
To a man that has dreamed of meeting
A goddess on earth to unearth the man he was suppose to be
Unprocessed, unrefined tenuous man
Tending to his woman
Letting no man disrespect
Or he had it coming
He met his angel had to pass 9 clouds to get on her plane
Not even a plane plain and simply could plainly reach her
And complaining is not logical
My clock is ticking biological
Tick, her beauty is un-matched
Tock, my heart burns from her match
Tick, I want to lay her on this match-ress
Tock, I confess she bring me joy like the best of Anita
Bake-Her soul so she can reciprocate yours
More than mind blowing
More like mind opening
Cuz I wouldn’t mind opening
Your door, legs or jar of pickles
Or open up your blouse so you can show me where it tickles
Then I can open up your heart and put me in the middle
Heres a riddle what has three legs when you walk in the door
That’s right ME
Me would Ride with you
Side with you Die with you
Zie wit you if It were a word
Cry wit you I know its absurd
But I want to make you mine and that’s my word
You are my celestial being with no wings
Never with out the finer things
However it doesn’t mean designer jeans
Because your means don’t promote Armani things
Trying to help other so one-day she’ll find her wings
Pulling on my heart strings
Every note the love stings
Anything ill do for my life’s queen
Deemed as not working
How can two nice people live a nites dream
She is suppose to like a bad boy
He is suppose to finish last
Kind of makes me laugh
But the final laugh will be on my behalf
Because what I didn’t foresee
Is the fact that my alarm clock is about to ring
BRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG
Dang still in last
Dream Girl
By: ME
Im past cloud 9 im more like 10
you bring me inner peace like practicing zen
My soul is a reflection of your eyes as we rise
Bringing our selves closer to god
Every cloud higher we are undressing our fasods
Climbing higher from 7 to 8 we escape
Reality unraveling mortality
We are 1 add a 0 and that is the cloud that we stand on
Wondering how long im going to pretend
That as soon as I met you my knee’s wanted to bend
To marry and worship you
They quiver in anticipation
Intoxicated by your libations
One of god’s most beautiful creations
Untampered by Revlon and mabalene
Maybe she was born with it
Natural beauty, naturally beautiful
To a man that has dreamed of meeting
A goddess on earth to unearth the man he was suppose to be
Unprocessed, unrefined tenuous man
Tending to his woman
Letting no man disrespect
Or he had it coming
He met his angel had to pass 9 clouds to get on her plane
Not even a plane plain and simply could plainly reach her
And complaining is not logical
My clock is ticking biological
Tick, her beauty is un-matched
Tock, my heart burns from her match
Tick, I want to lay her on this match-ress
Tock, I confess she bring me joy like the best of Anita
Bake-Her soul so she can reciprocate yours
More than mind blowing
More like mind opening
Cuz I wouldn’t mind opening
Your door, legs or jar of pickles
Or open up your blouse so you can show me where it tickles
Then I can open up your heart and put me in the middle
Heres a riddle what has three legs when you walk in the door
That’s right ME
Me would Ride with you
Side with you Die with you
Zie wit you if It were a word
Cry wit you I know its absurd
But I want to make you mine and that’s my word
You are my celestial being with no wings
Never with out the finer things
However it doesn’t mean designer jeans
Because your means don’t promote Armani things
Trying to help other so one-day she’ll find her wings
Pulling on my heart strings
Every note the love stings
Anything ill do for my life’s queen
Deemed as not working
How can two nice people live a nites dream
She is suppose to like a bad boy
He is suppose to finish last
Kind of makes me laugh
But the final laugh will be on my behalf
Because what I didn’t foresee
Is the fact that my alarm clock is about to ring
BRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG
Dang still in last