What the shit.

Sugar.
Pop.
Funky.
Pops.

Coffee, tea or…me, baby? Touché…Olé.

My opening line might be a bit passé, but...don’t think that I don't know what I'm feeling for you. 'Cause I got a vibe on you the first time that I saw you. I need your love and I won't bring no pain, a little birdie told me that you feel the same? I'm for the real, and for you I'm true blue.

Let's make a deal: Sugar, all I want to do is be your one and only lover.
I just want…to be your lovergirl. I just want to rock your world.

Hey - hook, line and sinker baby, that's how you caught me.
My second verse might be a bit…old hat, but…don't think that I don't know what it's doing to me,
'cause I got a vibe on you the first time you saw through me.

Hey Baby, let me groove you. Let me groove into your love. I just want to be your lovergirl. Let me prove it to you, baby: let me rock your world. I just want to rock your world. Baby, let me soothe you – let me smooth into your love. I just want to be your lovergirl. Let me prove it to you.

Baby.

Let me rock your world. I just want…to rock your world. When the push comes to shove, and you need a little love, let me put some rock into your world. Call me up. Don't be shy, for my love will make you high.

I just want to be your lovergirl.

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Epilogue. Shortly after posting this, one of my boys hits me up on chat and says:

So, yo - is [your post] about ------- ? The poem is sick, illmatic, ma. For real.

Two minutes of silence.

Dude. Those are the lyrics to Lovergirl. Teena Marie.

Five minutes of silence.

Ah. I'm now aware.