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Created on: May 14, 2008
Check one, check two; to the Hall of Fame
Drop the digits, baby-boo; and tell me what's your name
You must be pure nectar, cause you're Sunny Delight
I want to pour you in my bed and sip you through the night
But check it out yo; I want to be your man
Now that's my mission in life and my master plan
I got it all down pat; toss you on my back
And bust a smooth move;yo where's a preacher at
We gotta do it up solid, boo; make it right
Say our vows; cause TA's not a thief in the night
It's not a house call, but long haul I'm looking to patch
Between you and I; not just scratching an itch
I got a fever for your flavor; and the pleasure is mine
To know you and to hold you till the end of time
Love and understanding and everything you need
And if you need a pint of blood; I would willingly bleed
If you need it; I got it; just give me a holler
Whether it's hot wings, murder, or a couple of dollars
You need some star's in the morning; I'll make them shine
Rope the moon for you too, just to make you mine
Houdini was a master of making illusions
Am I for real, yes I am; but draw your own conclusions
But in the meantime; here's some food for thought
If my loving was an object, it could never be bought
Certified, grade A from the Heavens above
And that's the only institution that a brother is thinking of
It's your love that I want to receive
In our Garden of Eden, like Adam and Eve
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