Reflections of My Perceptions
Heather (A South Beach Story)
Heather's one of the most beautiful girls my eyes have ever seen
Half black, half Native-American, all beauty queen
High cheek bones, complexion smooth as caramel ice cream
About five foot three so I could look into those light greens
She really didn't even need to wear those skin tight jeans
Her flat stomach only accentuated by a baby phat white tee
When I first met her, she was just over the tender age of nineteen
A reason why when in Miami men love to go sight-seeing
Heather fit perfectly into the South Beach night scene
I didn't think a girl like Heather would like a boy like me
So I figured when I approached her attitude would be fiery
But on the contrary, it seemed as if everything was irie
She liked my personality, my accent and my rude bwoy stylee
She told me she usually hung out with members of high society
If I started dropping names it would make a great National Enquirer read
See Heather was a woman of the night who performed high priced deeds
Heather's life was a nightmare, she lived a cracked pipe dream
She could make your come true if you were willing to pay the right fee
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Heather (A South Beach Story)
Heather (A South Beach Story)
