TO BE A VIRGIN
By Andre Austin
Her behavior befits a queen
A pure virgin lady
With whom the evening star of night,
Will bring to a Cat’s bed
The best gift god could offer
Her womb is so scared
Its inter chamber is holy
The holy of holies ?
To be guarded with my life
She shall never defile it
She shall maintain its purest state
Until one is worthy to touch it
Kiss it and embrace it with pure love
Bow down to sweet black berries
Make him give up his moonlighting job
No more late night creeps
No more pimpology
Whenever I hear her voice
Visions of a marriage arise
With candle lights and straw broomsticks
With big white cakes and cold red wine
Yes I will bring
Beautiful maidens to sing
The real songs of Moses
To help tie our rings
Her cheeks bones
Are two mighty mountains
She veils them with red blush
My eyes are drunk up on them,
Red Flush
You don’t have to feel tied up
Shake your corn braids free
And allow me to feel the passion
I’ve been yearning for my dear
By Andre Austin
Her behavior befits a queen
A pure virgin lady
With whom the evening star of night,
Will bring to a Cat’s bed
The best gift god could offer
Her womb is so scared
Its inter chamber is holy
The holy of holies ?
To be guarded with my life
She shall never defile it
She shall maintain its purest state
Until one is worthy to touch it
Kiss it and embrace it with pure love
Bow down to sweet black berries
Make him give up his moonlighting job
No more late night creeps
No more pimpology
Whenever I hear her voice
Visions of a marriage arise
With candle lights and straw broomsticks
With big white cakes and cold red wine
Yes I will bring
Beautiful maidens to sing
The real songs of Moses
To help tie our rings
Her cheeks bones
Are two mighty mountains
She veils them with red blush
My eyes are drunk up on them,
Red Flush
You don’t have to feel tied up
Shake your corn braids free
And allow me to feel the passion
I’ve been yearning for my dear