Girl, you so jive.
You can talk butter off bread
all sweet, whether the sun is shining or not.
I seen your type before,
wearing a dress, your purse matching
whatever printed accent
swaying in the wind.
I bet when it rains,
it doesn’t touch you
too busy moving,
too many things going on.
I bet you smile
even when no one is around.
Who needs company
when you got it going on like that?
Gone head, snap your fingers,
do your step
with your jive self.
You walk in like you own the place,
scratching off pieces of your heart
whether it’s the right place
or the wrong time.
One thing they can’t say
about you
is that you hold up the line.
Everybody gets a piece.
You ain’t fooling nobody
with your jive self.
Some things
are more important than money.
With your sweet,
jive self.
