Boy.
You're like an ice cream cone
I want to eat from head to toe.
You smile, I think it makes me weak
Your shyness has me at the knees
You're sweeter then sugar,
but you got be naughty.
I can tell that want it,
like the way I want your body.
You are looking so fly,
and yet you don't believe me.
Look me strait in the eye
and be too much of a good thing
I can see myself in trouble
But in a good way.
We could be almost be lovers
would you like to play?
I don't see a problem
Maybe lust has me blind.
Tell me all your secrets
And we'll be just fine.