Her red lips moving in winsome motion
Her divine eyes make me drown in deep seas
Her reasoning pushes me strive love-potion
her collarbones hold me on my knees
Yet, with beauty and muscles she strives
Me poor, I am nothing like Bill Wilmore
Cash and fame are what for she survives
To get her, my bank I need to fill more
My lovely mistress, I am resistless
My feelings I convey, God take my pray
My slayer impart me sign, don’t be listless
The direct sign I got, made me dismay
Since the beginning, I had little chance
Enslaved, small hope pushed me to bad romance
