Kiss

Kiss that boy, girl
Kiss that girl, girl
Let that poem find you
Find you wailing
Find you on your knees
Find you on your feet
Find you exploring your body with your own hands first, girl

Girl, you ain't nothing but a song
A good long drawn out cornbread dipped in bittermilk song
Girl, you precious as a butterfly
You trying to hide all them colors
What you doing, girl

Ain't nobody coming to save your soul
You better pray for yourself first
You better buy you a dress and hope it fit right
Pink dress
Red dress
Yellow dress
Black tap shoes
You better spin, girl
That dress better twirl, girl

Ain't nobody playing but the devil, girl
Better find you a groove
Better get you a life
This ain't in no book, girl
Mama can't teach you this, girl

You better clean that house
Better take them pills
Better sit in front of that doctor and tell her what you got to say, girl

Girl, you better keep it real
You better pay your bills, girl
Bet not fall behind on your rent, girl
Landlord kick you out

You be a mess, girl
A straight up piece of work, girl

Old man loving you long as he get some
Loving coming don't be no fool twice girl

Girl, you better wipe your mouth
Better open your legs
Better close those legs
Girl, you sucking dick yet
Girl, you better please yourself
When you making babies
Ain't you a woman, girl