She's Quite Some Picture - Dr. Syntax

First one is playful

Type you’d like to cradle

Mind state favorable

Never tried the pain

To make her hateful or disdainful

Tight frame, face is like an angel’s

Every step gracefully

Parades the nicest navel

(She's pure!)

In a way you can’t create with any facial

That’s the type of Maid I’d like waiting on my table

But when it comes to conversation

This could be debatable

Regurgitating all the same bull

She saw on cable

It’s a given that your smitten

Cos she’s so damn hot

She’s that image of perfection

Every grown man wants

But on a search for your equivalent

You’re totally off

Cos she can get you feeling young

Then let you know that you’re not

So you can brag that you’re mackin dude

But that’s a crass attitude

Don’t you know that too much candy is bad for you?

(Go on!)

Just try and handle youth

It’s attractive too

But once she’s had a few

She’s acting like a minor nag and boo

Best to get this understood

Or you’ll wind up in a frenzy

Cos she’s looking so good

But the mind isn’t ready

So, if you’re on some dumb tip, get your fun fix

Otherwise you’re best to run quick

From these young chicks

She’s quite some picture, this I can see

Still she’s not enticing to me

Just because she’s beautiful

It doesn’t mean she’s suitable

I refuse the lose it

So I won’t be getting too enthralled

Second one’s a, twisted plot

Guaranteed to make you grimace lots

Frisky fox, snare you with a wiggle

Plus a quick snog

One minute she’s on it but

The thing you wouldn’t miss much

Is purely cold blooded how

Quickly she can switch off

Hissy fit strops

It’s a killer when she’s pissed off

Clearly hot, still she gets as chilly as a crisp cross

One that’s been in love with it but since lost

Now it’s just a grim sloth

For anyone who want’s to come and win props

It’s over for your own thoughts

Let alone your cohorts

This one got you groaning down your phone

Until your throat’s hoarse

And so on, and so fourth

Most want to know more

But then get roasted boar

Like she exposed them to a blowtorch

Playing mind games

Climbing right inside the eye’s brain

Devising ways of applying strain

Until he’s quite changed

Left in Dire Straights

Let me try define a nice dame

See me I wouldn’t bite the bait

Must be an acquired taste

Please she’s a chicken-head

With vicious talents

Curse your bloodline to hell and then

She’ll (Switch!) like it didn’t happen

Hell of a fickle madame

Forever at the center of a bitter tantrum

Cool your jets and leave the bitch abandoned