She's IQcute in her dress
Kiss stung lips
Beats move hips
Ruffled up hair
At it like rabbits
Centre stage
Front page
Tunnel vision
Beat precision
A grope a grab
A sherbert dib dab
A squeeze no please; take a chance on a dance
A grind from your mind
Play
Fast forward
Rewind
Fantasy …
A hand to hold
hots hammering cold
Feel a thought…
I want a bit of her arm
Climatic… inhibition harm
A body in time lust does the mime
Flesh and bones is the front man
The backing make rhymes
Phone number clumber
Touch from scratch dumber
The back in my lumber
Spend time getting younger
Drink the dregs of her legs
Only noticed her eyes
One track mind
No alibi
Minds as fit… body fitter
It aint mechanical
Can’t be taught at all
Intellect regress
She's IQcute in her dress