Chic

  Let me tell about this chic I know,
That air about her it isn't a show,
A heart of a lion she can hold her own,
When lightening strikes she's in the zone.

  Don't get it twisted her heart it's gold,
A angel with horns if I can be bold,
Made you smile that never gets old,
She's bad *** you won't need told.

  A rose has many petals none are the same,
Remember the thorns she's got good aim,
Always a lady and my very best friend,
My ride and die till the end.

                                            I am Zero