I Know 'She' Nosy
I know 'she' nosy.
She know she nosy too.
I know 'she' nosy.
She know she nosy too.
All up in my biz'ness...
Like its hers
And she aint got 'that' wit me.
Oh no...
No-no.
Everytime I see her,
She wanna stop...
To give me her 3rd degree.
She believes I'm hers,
'Cuz I was once...
And wanted to be.
But-that-was-then,
And now no time I keep...
Being under her lock
And keyed.
'Cuz I 'be' free!
I know 'she' nosy.
She know she nosy too.
I know 'she' nosy.
She know she nosy too.
She believes I'm hers,
'Cuz I was once...
And wanted to be.
But-that-was-then,
And now no time I keep...
Being under her lock
And keyed.
'Cuz I 'be' free!
Yeah yeah yeah.
Everytime I see her,
She wanna stop...
To give me her 3rd degree.
Oh no!
Don't want that no mo'.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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