I took a freshbaked pie
To show Bob today.
Stranger asked-
What kind is it?
Sweet potato-
And I kept walking
Heard him say
I thought she was flirting.
But I don't
Flirt.
If the work of my hands
Doesn't entice
And the work of my mind
Doesn't intrigue
And the sparkle of my eyes
Doesn't embolden
well, you know what they say
In the south
But I don't flirt
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
I took a freshbaked pie
To show Bob today.
Stranger asked-
What kind is it?
Sweet potato-
And I kept walking
Heard him say
I thought she was flirting.
But I don't
Flirt.
If the work of my hands
Doesn't entice
And the work of my mind
Doesn't intrigue
And the sparkle of my eyes
Doesn't embolden
well, you know what they say
In the south
But I don't flirt
