It’s time. I’ve stared in your eyes
And I’ve seen the hurt, the pain
The sorrow. Can I borrow your spare
Time? This is real, girl, no game.
The windows to your soul show how
Silly young boys think girls are toys
I’ve seen the hurt, the pain the
Sorrow. Now I want to see the joy
That smile from inside, that I
Love you when u stride, body slang
You sweet ebony thang. But your eyes
Are diamonds exposed pieces of your brain
Poetic lies and prophetic ties got me
Calling Miss Cleo to see if you in my cards
But only the Good Lord sees what’s in
Store for beautiful Allison and Sherard
How shall we start? First let me kiss
Your soul. Take away the pain I’ve caused
I once was that silly, young boy thought
You was a toy. But yo, we all got flaws.
Let’s move to a higher level of life
Beyond the meager strifes of job stress
And thoughtless actions. A level of
Satisfaction no more questions am I askin
Besides, your eyes say yes.