You want to get in my pants?
Tell me how sexy my mind is.
I know you noticed my behind…
Hell, who the f*kk doesn’t?
Tell me how thoughts of my mentality
Nearly drive you insane,
And how, on lonely nights, you only think
Of softly kissing my brain.
Tell me that the words I write
Are the most passionate you’ve ever seen
And the hemispheres of my cerebellum
Are the only things you want to cum in between.
Show me that your stimulation
Is borne upon evidence of my frontal lobes
Not my full frontal nudity,
And I’ll show you something that will curl your toes.
Because my mind is Victoria’s Secret sexy
In a Janet Jacme kinda way
My face and body will definitely lure you in…
But it’s my mental that will have you begging to stay.