There she goes!
Twisting and spinning like she’s won a lottery. Do you blame her?
10 million cedis Peruvian hair nicely woven on her skull in a way that makes her blush
World trade center bag effortlessly fixed on the radius of her arm without a dash
Off to town she sets, cat-walking and parading herself like a model
Do I even know?
She strides elegantly thinking the world lies in her Gucci purse
People stare and watch with gruesome faces as if to “sss” and tell her the mess
In her naïve mind, she thinks “damn I look hot!”
Sorry, Miss! Your leggings is screening a lot
As if she cares? Oh yea, she’s aware!
She flirts with the tune of the wind swaying her away
Spontaneous smiles transmits to baffled street admirers who don’t really give a fuss
Excuse me miss, your hair is a mess!
Unaware, she still thinks “damn I look hot!”
Now, who will be bold to tame this lioness?
Oh yes, she is! Just be sure she doesn’t mistake you for a prey
She looks red but it’s a pity, she’s unaware
Oh, tell her!
Please tell her
Tell her, her butt is painted
Tell her, her hair is raised
Tell her, her bra is showing
Tell her, her zipper is opened
Please don’t forget to tell her that she rather looks horrible
0ops! Smiles are fading now and anxiety steps in
Now she knows and she is tamed
She got nothing to say but I got something to say to her
When you walk along the street and you feel people staring at you
It is just one of two reasons
Either you look hot or you look horrible
Don’t be too quick to conclude for the former when you haven’t rechecked
At least I have told you!