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Created on: January 30, 2009
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!
It's him coming in
Control it. Control it. Control it.
Did he see me?
Does he see me?
He sees me! He sees me!
Oh shoot! Okay. Okay.
Control it. Control it. Control it.
"Hey lady."
"Hey you."
"What's going on?"
"Nothing much. What's happening with you?"
Oh my God, it's been too long.
Control it. Control it. Control it.
"Just kickin' it. Didn't know you came here too."
"Yeah, just decided to meet some friends."
"Hangin' out with your all girl crew?"
He winks his eye. He smiles his smile. My panties melt.
For a split second my mind teleported me back to the last time I felt
Control it. Control it. Control it.
"Hey girl! We're over here!"
"Oh Okay! I'll be right there!"
"You look soooo.goooood."
"Thanks so do you!" And he did too! Wheew-wee, yes indeed-ity!
"Maybe we should-"
(Uh-oh) "Gotta go!"
Control it. Control it. Control it.
I turned to go, everything moving in slow-mo
Clinching my butt cheeks to minimize their giggle
But my hips remembered him all too well and began to swivel
I could not make a fast enough get away
As my rear sashayed and swayed
In my red satin party dress
He whispered under his breath
I heard him say,
"Control it. Control it. Control it."
Ha! I'm glad I didn't stay.
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