Ms. Christy has got cursive
Stuffed in the backseat of a black Jaguar
I am so lost and gone
That you thought I was gone forever
But, surprise!
I haven't got a drug problem (on opposite day)!
Tell everyone that you know
Tonight I'm coming back to the borough
I've got language stuffed in my pockets
So much so that you call me Mr. Direction
But, if Camela was correct
I've got the weakest wrists on deck
It is now my job to exploit them