In the thunder and rain,
You hear your new wife calling,
Although she's not your wife yet,
Some would call it wishful thinking.
You did promise her though
to sweep her off her feet,
and not put her down
No not to put her down,
But to take her high up,
without any fear of ever falling back down.
She would say you're like Superman,
But with no red pants,
And a caramel skin tone.
You would say you're like Batman,
Protector of your life,
Saviour of your wife,
And when you're not at home
Her courage when you're gone.
Every time I write these words
I only think about you,
However much I say I love you
She says it sounds absurd.
Not that she doesn't love me back
but her love for me she thinks I can't match.
Like the contours on a Rolex watch,
Or the exclusive Cheetah's spots,
What she is, is my Kelly's '12 Play'
I could listen to her lyrics all day,
and at the dusk just to hear her say:
I love you, I need you,
Boy there wouldn't be another to replace you,
Man don't that sound sweet,
Like a siren's song
With peace instead of danger,
She's the perfect melody.
She can do no wrong,
Every night I swear I'll tell her,
Believe it you can quote me.