Missy Miss

Yeah, those chicks, the ones with the plastic tits,

Worth nothing but drugs and dinero.

Yeah, you could try and make me better,

But these thrills are just too good.

It’s true, I love the night,

And the Devil’s hands.

And, I love the way he holds my waist so tightly,

The way his fingers dance across my stomach,

Slipping silently, lower. 

Yeah, your Dominican skin

Is all I can ever taste,

Man, I wish you were sleeping next to me, always. 

We love the thrills of being young. 

Got a problem? 

Sit down and watch Ms. 22 dance all over you. 

Author's Note

Dinero = Money