Sloppy Seconds

wine, dine & sixty nine
 she was dressed to impress that night

 sporting long vicious hanging fangs that fright
 we came this far not to turn back now

 cooling at the bar then chilling in my car
 soup up body kit & a hot bod that wouldn't quit

 see back in the day I used to pray
 today in the hood it doesn't come out that way

 listening to old school tunes of Heavy D & the Boys
 Now That We Found Love

 today the heads are always looking for a fight
 like wrestling to the acid drop

 flip flops body drops & getting chased by the cops
 I'm still chrome in the zone flipping channels

 tied up with knots when there's a dozen of pots in my sink
 can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought

 I don't know why when you find yourself buried in the lonely ground
 still I play on this one string that I have been dealt

 like watching as the ice cream melts
 now sadness fills my eyes does this come at a big surprise

 She was once a virgin now many men have had here
 stretched forth her legs with a stench inside

 now she makes her living down at Tony's Bar & Grill
 with cheap thrills in the back of the room

 still when I'm inside she has no where to hide
 taking me on a fast rollercoaster ride
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Mario William Vitale

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