A certain woman I gotta make understand
How truly blessed she is
How blessed I am
To take her hand...
Weaving thru traffic
Switching gears
As if it were going outta style
From 192 to 253
Forget a Beamer
I'm in that Bugatti
As you can guess
There's someplace I gotta be
There a smile I have to make appear
A heartbeat that's counting on a skip
A slow beat that's gotta become quick
Neck hairs I gotta make stand
Get an angel to think
She's in Heaven
Though we may do things forbidden
Lips I gotta make moist
While having enough time
To regain my poise
The noise she makes
Music to my ears
And like a domino effect
A smile to Heaven it creates
Mission accomplished
Woke up in the morn
True beauty by my side
Hair a mess
Don't even wanna mention the breath
But if this were all in the world
That I had left
I would have no regrets
