Mrs. Secret Garden

Sundress, sundress!
Damn! Can you please tell me something?
Now do they call you mother to the honey necture, sun glazed optical?
Or some other fine kissed, feathered laced swan...
Because baby those hips could sink ships
And just like I would love to feel those ever smooth lips
You put me in frenzies just the way that dress is wrapped around those hips
 My Cinnamon flavored beauty 
Go ahead and strut that walk
As I approach and I spit my talk
Girl God damn that body got me in shock
Now I don’t mind this chase because the way you moving that temple up and down these roads
Good lord!
It gets my mind shackled 
Girl I have now become your slave
So what you gone do now that u got my mental oppressed
Keep on teasing like that and you gone mess around and get me obsessed 
Girl I want you!