Help Me Bae

Oh Ma’, Oh My God,
We don’t speak the same language,
No need for a translation,

All I need is to read your body language,
Can tell by the way you sit,
With one foot touching mine,
Brown sugar thighs visible to the naked eye,
How you smile with a smirk,
From the West to the East,
Chocolate colored eyes,
Staring into my soul,

It is clear we love one another,
Ever since the first time we met,
You ran them’ hands through my curly hair,
Couldn’t believe how many knots you had to untangle,
Sat on the floor in front of you,
Brought both of us back to those childhood days,
Sitting in front of our sister or mother,
Had to fix our hair so it doesn’t look rachet,

Oh Ma’, Oh My God,
We don’t speak the same language,
No need for a translation,

Remember Singapore,
After one or two lies,
Jumped on a plane to meet me,
Ate dinner at the Arab cafe down the street,
2 blocks away from our hotel,
Couldn’t keep my eyes off ya’,
Imagining what was under,
Spent too much money,
You saved me,

Sweet Momma’,
Sons of Anarchy,
Help me raise some hell,
Life should be interesting,
Next time somebody asks,
Just tell them.
Your husband is Constantine,
Able to perform exorcisms,
Thanks to being Skitzo,

Oh Ma’, Oh My God,
We don’t speak the same language,
No need for a translation,

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