Step Back While I Blow Your Mind
I see you looking at me. Uh-huh! That's right. I have my 'taco meat' showing from my un-buttoned shirt. You love it ladies, don't kid yourself. You admire my herringbone gold chain...pimpin' before pimpin' was pimpin. See that bulge? It is your fantasy: tube socks.
I say to the bartender: "Let me get the sexiest drink you got! Let me get an ap
Oh. Hell. No. That is my jam! Nothing gets bodies moving like some Jethro Tull. The sound of the flute gets ladies all saucy and gets me all pork-choppy. Yeah baby!
I see you girl and I walk straight up to you and I say: " Damn girl! You got some *** on you...can I thud my hands upon your rear whilst we boogie to this jam?" You slapped me. But you know you want this. I thought so! Ladies can not resist charm such as this. Take a lesson gentlemen.
The music is loud and we are sweaty. Oh yeah, I said sweaty. Good thing I am sporting my Old Spice tonight. Keeps me fresh as summer rain. You smell my aroma and allow it to engulf the nose hairs. Sexy eh? Nose hairs and *** thudding. I got game and here is a notepad for you, free of charge. Take notes on this groove and style. Watch as I close the deal...
I ask if you want to blow this pizza joint and the reply was, quite as a matter of factually: "Hell no".
Hmm...I examine closely what went wrong. I had my tube socks, taco meet, herringbone chain and Old Spice. Could it be? NO! My style has be elapsed by time. Did it ever work? I suppose not...
Good thing I still have my sic moves. My pelvis is like gravity. My arms flail as if independent from my body. Eyes meet and it's over. You shall be mine. The moves shall over-take you and any will you had shall succumb to my ego.
For, I do, indeed, dance like I own the joint. Now, if you'll excuse me: I need to go towel off. Maybe you should too...