You had your nerve, to ruined my mood of solitude/
Combined with the audacity to resist when I pursued/
You caught me off guard like po-lice on ghetto streets/
Arrested me with passion, in the custody of your heart to say the least/
My brain is stained with thoughts of where you now remain/
Untainted with the painted baggage of what my last was to blame/
You turned an Ace into a Joker/
left me feinin� like a chain smoker/
Body tight like a choker/
Please let me stroke ya poker�.Face, that is!
How could a player get played, punked to serenade/
Cooking you eggs benedict, buttered toast with Lemonade/
What�s yo name again?, Strawberry Delight? Or was it Miss Cinnamon?/
No matter, your still the flavor that I savor pumpin� my adrenaline/
I reminisce wit bliss of that last intimate kiss with Ms Fabulous/
Lost all my cool demeanor the first time I seen her/
Wanted to take my thoughts of ecstasy and put them in between her/
Come with me���