you know I'm quite sure you love me, Sherri. I'm quite sure I love you too. We should make a verbal agreement. To only kiss each other Because one time beneath the sky. Outside my New York pigsty
Coolin' in the shade, sippin' on lemonade. I hear a knock on the door, "Who is it?". Kim, comin' to pay me another visit. She tells me that I'm on her mind. And a player like me is very hard to fi
for. A day we'll never face. We're only second handed. Sick and lonely fighting back the tears. And every urge to Van Gough both our ears. . That said we've had enough. Please turn that *
my man. And we have the same plan. There them bitches go. Civic '94, looking funny though. Open up the car door, funny smile. * 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy. "Nas this is sherri, sherri this