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Voodoo Ladies

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It all started of with Ms. Jess Massimore

Hot bartender girl that don't drink alcohol

Sundays tryin to get my half priced tacos on

I left full but it was her that I was starving for

She was killing me softly like the art of war

Inspired me to try to be harder core

But I'm soft at heart and never got to start

I almost cried when the punk rock mamma lost that job

and I know that their business lost a lot

cause for a little while I didn't come around at all...

 

But then next there was Megan, yes she's so sweet

Strawberry blonde with the circus freaks on her sleeve

That smile on her face gave me something to believe in

Her skin's like cream, got me thinkin like a deamon

But oh snap, back to reality and reason

Cause her with me? Man, please! Keep Dreamin!

 

So I'll just sit back and recline

Lookin in the pretty eyes of Ms. Caroline

I'd be tryin to make her mine

But that ring's on the left side, and that ain't right, so

 

Speakin of brunettes, next to Ms. Domingo 

Facebook status says she's single

She had my heart kickin to a beat like Ringo

Star of the bar and one of my favorite people

She never had no time for me though

But if she ever did it'd be magnifico

 

Speakin of magnifico, Maggi

Hailing from the ATL, you know the girl can dance

She'll put you under a spell with her style and her class

Or in a trance with the way that @$$ is packed in them pants

 

Somebody help me

There for a minute was Chelsea

Intelligent as hell, seemed spiritually wealthy

She cooked healthy and seemed to have a great soul

Till our third date she found someone else to take home

 

So I'll just sit there and stare at Sara

With her long brown hair and perfect derrier, and

She's been seein the same man for 6 years

But probably sees more of me as I sit here

 

And it seems that there's always something I'm missing

Sitting, double fisting, spitting a little bit of game at Ms. Christy

I know what would bliss be, if she would get with me

Kiss me and get a bit frisky

But I'm about to dip and I don't think she'll miss me

 I think I'm slick, she thinks I'm just tipsy

But I don't think she's just working that tip

Because she works the lounge and the bar's where I sit and sip...

 

Yes these Voodoo Lounge ladies all make me sound crazy

Every one of them's amazing in her own special way

I used to go there daily, sure the food was tasty

But that ain't the reason it was my favorite place

But then I moved to the O.B. where nobody knows Stoney

Sittin lonely with no homies, they all live in my phone only

Them O M G on NYE On the roof of the Sunshine Company

There's Heather, a kinda beauty I could never measure

got me stiff as a board and floating like a feather 

I bet her hearts a treasure, cause it  would be my liezure to get on my knees and please her

breakfast lunch and dinner, make her feel just like a winner

cause I almost have a siezure every time I see her

I almost stooped to ordering that bottom shelf tequila...

 

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