You, madame, are a weapon of mass destruction
I would love to read the instructions to the construction of your body
But their destruction by god, evident in the astronomical odds of a copy,
Means I must read you as you are.
Reverse-engineering every inch of you
The scent of you leaves my mind steering
My body closer to ya.
I wanna be the holster to ya
My pretty little pistol
The anatomy of your kiss though
Is something more than official
It’s a poor man strikin’ it rich so
I stutter, melt like butter, heart beats flutter when you say anythang
But especially my name. There’s some kinda flame burnin in my heart.
Warmin’ up my blood for other body parts, makin my face flush… Wait no I mean blush
Wait No I can’t blush, but my cells’re all oxygenated
If we was livin’ in a box we still made it
Cuz as long as there’s a WE.
There’ll always be a reason for me.
So keep beatin’, heart
Until you can’t feel hers too
Only then can you shut down
Wind my life’s sun down
But SOUL, you’re job’s never through.