 Whenever I was with her, my mind was just relaxed. Could have been a hot topic, because I swore we were a match. And I admit it, girl, you fine as hell. Don't know your perfume, but you exert the finest smells. You trying to find it and follow a trail. She left a few old lovers inside of a jail. That's all a part of the tale. Got me keep badgingly telling these bitches, don't front. Don't front. Don't front. Don't front. Don't front, don't.