It’s hard to say what I feel about you, but what I know, is that if you’re mine, I’ll never let you go.

Come to my pleasure palace where like Marvin Gaye said, we can get it on. I got the hook-up. Jacuzzi. Champagne. Poster-bed. Roses on the sheets. The whole nine yards, just for you, baby.

holla back if you think I’m sexy.

Even the rose withers in envy when it sees your aching beauty.