The Glorious Tale of Miss M

She was a lonesome, we spoke some. Tales about the East

She rubbed her lotion. On her hands and locked eyes with me

Felt the spark in action. In my stomach like a fire burst eruption

With the magnitude to cause a big concussion

The story started just in the bar where the party started

And when she caught my vibe the lady parts where getting hotter

The tension naughty I wanted to lick the body

Hotty on me make her my shorty forty, minutes we spoke now

Enough to know it was enough to take her out of this joint

I paid the drinks, make the conobarka think that I was all that

Up on the right track. Walked her out

Gave her my jacket like a gentleman