[Intro]
Hey Baby
I've got a little confession to make
Because I don't really remember when I first met you
But baby, let's be honest, do you?
Oh you do…
[Verse 1]
I remember our first date though
After having coffee we went to the store
It didn't look much like love story
If I wrote a book about it'd be rather boring
But you had that something and I couldn't ignore it
Your green blue sea eyes made me resubmit
The petition for you and me coalition
To have me in dictionary under happy definition
I mean damn girl, you got all the right nutrition
Won't open the box - collector's edition
Honey let's work on our juxtaposition
How you fit all that a** with your ambition
You are so beautiful - not only to me
I see their heads turning just to see
And their girls jelaous, f** ugly b**hes
I mean I wouldn't - not even after 4 pitchers
You know how they used to do on DISCOVERY CHANNEL
Take me where I haven't been -let's travel
Coke and sweat off your a** got me hurled
AROUND THE WORLD, AROUND THE WORLD
I think I can see land, come look through my telescope
I'm so high on you - everything about you is so dope
And I just hope that it won't fade away, let's sway
You are my miracle, though I don't pray
[Verse 2]
World turns around
We're dizzy from the ride
Our eyes in the sky
Counting stars
Can't count to infinity
But I count on us
Worried about time pa**ing us
Why - when our love owns eternity
Oh my sweet love, my very bestest
How did you check my whole checklist
I get mad, I struggle, f**ing life
Then you and your smile come around
And it just get sunny in the middle of the night
Suddenly I know that it'll be all right
I love your jokes, even if I don't laugh
Or look at you as if you forgot second half
[Verse 3]
Truth is my life would s** without you
Empty, without a f**ing clue of what to do
Or what for - you are my motivation
You're the reason for me making these songs
They say that love is blind
Or maybe just hard to find
Mine has 20/20 vision, for real
I mean look at you - you are ideal
Miss independent - with a body of Venus
Face of an angel with a mind of a genius
Your curves make me erupt my Vesuvius
You gonna make what - now you got me curious
You are so fine, in them jeans, in them skirts
Or even better with nothing but your black specs
In liquor store, you make all champagne pop
We ride hard, windows down and system up