Miss cherry rouge lips,
Five foot seven, swingin' them huge hips,
But ruthless, killed her last man, he was abusive,
Still approach with Tru smoothness,
Don't mean to be intrusive,
But clues give a chance for advance, I see exclusive,
She sees movement, hazel eyes with translucent,
Introducing, please to acquaint, the name's Trusenz,
A lot grew since I heard you talking all about me,
And after him a woman your style could do without me,
But still I find myself approaching, my tone broken,
Palms soaking, dedicated, convinced by devotion,
To end all the commontion, I let my mind open,
And hoping, the right agitators I was provoking,
I start to choke when, fingers through hair she starts to stroke, and,
The holding, up in my left hand an extra token,
My train was just approaching, cool, cos hers was just a floating,
So we motion towards rest benches with dual openings,
My main focus, was her frown and face coldness,
Emotion, explained why she crumbled to brave boldness,
Her top haltered, exposing both her toned shoulders,
And boulders, bound to stay firm until she was older,
The seams over her ribs, exposing her navel,
And graceful gestures suggested her hips playful,
Her buttocks and thighs model-worthy and she was able,
To run laps, dance, or lapdance at man's table,
I held her hand stable she continued breaking it down,
Could visualise the scene just from the way she making it sound,
Hating this clown, taking him down, blazin' his crown,
Was her only true escape, and then making them found,
I wrapped my hands around her waist, not even making a sound,
Connecting lips, we first kissed, making it loud,
The eye contact was my approval, son, she making me proud,
Slipped me her number, said, "On Saturday you're taking me out",
Romantic dinner on my mind, second kiss on the trail,
Peep through peripheral the train was coming quick on the rail,
So once again we twisted tongues, son, she begged me to bail,
Her moistened lips had spoke truth, but she sexy as hell,
Later we'll finish what we started, feeling outsmarted,
I held up the train, standing between the doors on it,
This anonymous goddess had touched me right where my heart is,
I stepped back from the train and the train slowly departed,,,
I'll call you baby,,, aiiight.
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Miss cherry rouge lips,
Five foot seven, swingin' them huge hips,
But ruthless, killed her last man, he was abusive,
Still approach with Tru smoothness,
Don't mean to be intrusive,
But clues give a chance for advance, I see exclusive,
She sees movement, hazel eyes with translucent,
Introducing, please to acquaint, the name's Trusenz,
A lot grew since I heard you talking all about me,
And after him a woman your style could do without me,
But still I find myself approaching, my tone broken,
Palms soaking, dedicated, convinced by devotion,
To end all the commontion, I let my mind open,
And hoping, the right agitators I was provoking,
I start to choke when, fingers through hair she starts to stroke, and,
The holding, up in my left hand an extra token,
My train was just approaching, cool, cos hers was just a floating,
So we motion towards rest benches with dual openings,
My main focus, was her frown and face coldness,
Emotion, explained why she crumbled to brave boldness,
Her top haltered, exposing both her toned shoulders,
And boulders, bound to stay firm until she was older,
The seams over her ribs, exposing her navel,
And graceful gestures suggested her hips playful,
Her buttocks and thighs model-worthy and she was able,
To run laps, dance, or lapdance at man's table,
I held her hand stable she continued breaking it down,
Could visualise the scene just from the way she making it sound,
Hating this clown, taking him down, blazin' his crown,
Was her only true escape, and then making them found,
I wrapped my hands around her waist, not even making a sound,
Connecting lips, we first kissed, making it loud,
The eye contact was my approval, son, she making me proud,
Slipped me her number, said, "On Saturday you're taking me out",
Romantic dinner on my mind, second kiss on the trail,
Peep through peripheral the train was coming quick on the rail,
So once again we twisted tongues, son, she begged me to bail,
Her moistened lips had spoke truth, but she sexy as hell,
Later we'll finish what we started, feeling outsmarted,
I held up the train, standing between the doors on it,
This anonymous goddess had touched me right where my heart is,
I stepped back from the train and the train slowly departed,,,
I'll call you baby,,, aiiight.
Five foot seven, swingin' them huge hips,
But ruthless, killed her last man, he was abusive,
Still approach with Tru smoothness,
Don't mean to be intrusive,
But clues give a chance for advance, I see exclusive,
She sees movement, hazel eyes with translucent,
Introducing, please to acquaint, the name's Trusenz,
A lot grew since I heard you talking all about me,
And after him a woman your style could do without me,
But still I find myself approaching, my tone broken,
Palms soaking, dedicated, convinced by devotion,
To end all the commontion, I let my mind open,
And hoping, the right agitators I was provoking,
I start to choke when, fingers through hair she starts to stroke, and,
The holding, up in my left hand an extra token,
My train was just approaching, cool, cos hers was just a floating,
So we motion towards rest benches with dual openings,
My main focus, was her frown and face coldness,
Emotion, explained why she crumbled to brave boldness,
Her top haltered, exposing both her toned shoulders,
And boulders, bound to stay firm until she was older,
The seams over her ribs, exposing her navel,
And graceful gestures suggested her hips playful,
Her buttocks and thighs model-worthy and she was able,
To run laps, dance, or lapdance at man's table,
I held her hand stable she continued breaking it down,
Could visualise the scene just from the way she making it sound,
Hating this clown, taking him down, blazin' his crown,
Was her only true escape, and then making them found,
I wrapped my hands around her waist, not even making a sound,
Connecting lips, we first kissed, making it loud,
The eye contact was my approval, son, she making me proud,
Slipped me her number, said, "On Saturday you're taking me out",
Romantic dinner on my mind, second kiss on the trail,
Peep through peripheral the train was coming quick on the rail,
So once again we twisted tongues, son, she begged me to bail,
Her moistened lips had spoke truth, but she sexy as hell,
Later we'll finish what we started, feeling outsmarted,
I held up the train, standing between the doors on it,
This anonymous goddess had touched me right where my heart is,
I stepped back from the train and the train slowly departed,,,
I'll call you baby,,, aiiight.