First of all lil girl you don't know how I love you've never met my embrace; hell, you ain't even been introduced to a verbal push or shove from me. I call you "lil" cuz that's your mind frame size plus your dress size that you squeezin over extra medium thighs and your range of perception on real life is BET.... oh I bet you'd love to be a video *** on the set huh? But...I've diverted from my point... you don't know how I love How I make a Queen feel like it all day constant little reminders of my feelings always... and that's just a little on the love tip "lil" girl, as you try to pull your skirt down where it won't; turn your non-existant top into a classy blouse change your hairdo from greasy to Nice 'n' Easy.... Let me get into the love-making aspect when I use ice on her neck it makes more than collarbones wet and i mean more than one wet, whetting her appetite her thirst to be cared for and loved; Lover's Delight. You, "lil" girl, can never be on the level she is not sayin' u ain't fly to someone's eye, whoever he is; but I'm looking for someone that's grounded proffessional and classy in the street, and a freak beneath the sheets You don't know how I love how many times must I tell you? I'm not a hater cuz I don't feel you and naw I ain't gay cuz I don't look your way. This ain't the radio, you don't have to give me no play and no, you don't remind me of Lisa Raye Your strut doesn't make me have illusions of stickin' matter fact, you lookin real bird-like, head of a chicken... Who I love is irrelevant, especially to you those who know is who recieve, they know how I do. I've spent enough time talking, got to get back to who I speak of Got to go give her a reminder...of how I love.