Mr. Right

Mr. Right

When I was younger I use to wonder
What will it be like to meet Mr. Right Would he be young, would he be old
Would he be nice would he be mean
Would he be able to make me cream in my jeans
Would he be short, would he be tall ,or would he be average like them all
Would he be rich? Or another cheap B@#$%

But now I know what it'll be like to meet Mr. Right.
He will be youg he will be bold
He will never leave me out in the cold
He will be dark, he will be chocolate,
standing 6'6 with a body of a goddess
and a fast ass wallet

He will be kind and genital
He'll have me thinking he's sentimental
He will be none he will be toned,
He will be having me up waiting by the phone
Tempted to take this sexy brother home
He will be smart and even educated
Showing me so much love I'll think he's faking it
He will be kind he will be fine
He will have me falling in love for the very first time
I'll be his queen, He'll be my king
taking me to places I have never seen
He will be next to me every night, holding me in bed o so tight
Never ever letting me out of his site
I'll know It's Mr. Right
Are bind will be strong with a lot of might
He'll be having me sprung with a D@#$ the size of king Kong
He'll know me inside and out, with out a doubt
Knowing what I am all about, loving when I do my puppy pout
He'll know what makes me cry and what makes me smile
Begging me to have his first child
He'll be on his knees begging me to take his name with glee
When he'll ask me to be his wife
I'll have to do whats right
Marring him I'll be set for life
Having a strong succeful man by my side
Going to work every morning in a suit and tie
A man like this is hard to fine
The love I'll have for him will be more than skin deep
This man was meant for me
A love a friend till eternity
Mr. Right is who he is
It is
What it is
Mr.Right
YA DIG

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