It get’s no better than this
Like an angels kiss
On the lips
Sweet like molasses
Honey dip
I’m on top
Like cool whip
Foam on cappuccino
Eyes slanted
Philippino
I’m selling
911
No telling
I’m sailing
Across the high seas
Hook
Line
&
Sinker
In too deep
Don’t blow my cover
Off of me
Under the umbrella
Of
Protection
Judged
By my complexion
I steer my boat
In
Another
Direction