you're just too **** fine
like burgundy wine
from fruit that's been plucked
from the choicest of vine

and your blood runs so young
like the taste on your tongue
and the smell on your lips
is the air from your lungs

you're just too **** good
for this neighborhood
I'd pack up and go
Any place that you would

So let's run away
I'll sing and you play
We'll hit it so big
We'll party all day