She used to do hair at hair cuttery
Now she does makeup at new id
A girl of many talents, a girl with many skills
Workin with shabs every days full of thrills
We teach her all the tricks and trades of life
Someday thanks to us she's gonna be a great wife
She looks like a doll with her little pretty face
And her little pretty dresses with the little pretty lace
She reminds me of a girl, that I, once knew
She's so in love with usher, its true
So crack a smile on people cuz shabs is around
And you know your bound to be laughin so get used to the sound!
i knw its a not a comment but thot id share a poem.....Maybe later we could go up to the moon
ReplyDeleteOr sail among the stars before the night is through
And when morning comes we'll see the sun is not so far
And can't get much closer to god then where we are
We'll go to a place where only friends go
To a spot that we've never known
To the top of the clouds we're floating way
John legend! Thanks for the comment :)
ReplyDeleteur poems r terrible, u havent got a clue, open ur eyes
ReplyDeleteWalt whitman you goon get a grip you wouldn't know good poetry if it fisted u up the arris
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