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Sensuality is me
Black chocolaty deliciousness
Woman enough
not to pimp my own sexuality
Divine, beautiful and bold
Shame you ain't seen nothing this sexy
Maybe if you're lucky, ya next woman
will be
a package, high price
both lustful and lovely
given from the heart
and between
well you know
You smile at the sight
of me
You moan at the thought
of me
Yeah, maybe if you're lucky , ya next woman
will be as
fly as me
Sweet as a honey bee
Regal as a queen
If you get a peek, then you know
You've been chosen
You didn't choose
Gap toothed sex appeal
Curvaceous
Tatted, pierced
Diva
Maybe if you're lucky, ya next woman
will tempted your imagination
make you rise
with only a suggestion
I define womanhood
and still embrace my
girly wiles
Gigglin', smilin' cuz
life is good
Maybe if you're lucky, ya next woman
will be
me

BOOTY - erykah badu

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