Club Euphory (The Meeting)

Ah crap, I think I drank too much
(What the hell's in this drink?)

So I saw her in a room, with quite a lot of people
Her face was a rune, of quite a lot of blissful
Un-deceitful, un-evil, and mystical
Emotions showing, at me she motioned, slowly
So I came over, rolled up and she said "Hey, hol' up
I nodded, and then I froze up
She said, "You know what?
Been looking for you for a long time"
She smiled and then said, "Hey, let's unwind"
"Well um, I'm... feeling a little tired"
She said it's fine, gave me wine, said, "Let's drink a while"
The hours passed
Time tumbled through hour glass
And our glass, was full
She's fire, gasped and drooled
'Cause she's a

(Pretty motherfucker)
Man she's a (pretty motherfucker)
Damn she's a (pretty motherfucker, pretty, pretty motherfucker)
(Argh crap)
Man she's a (pretty motherfucker)
Yep she's a (pretty motherfucker)
Man she's a (pretty motherfucker, pretty, pretty motherfucker)
(She got)

Nice legs, one leg, two legs, nice steps
Nice eyes, nice eyes, oh my, she's fine, alright
Smooth skin, cinnamon, porcelain skin
Thinly licks, her lips thick, she slips a grin
She say she know me, wanna hold me, I'm like holy moly
Her fingers slowly trace my arm, her garment's gold and nobly
Decorated, I think I like her
Nice hair, analysing her tantalising eyes
Her smile bears
Some sort of hypnotisation
I was sitting, dazed when she quickly came in
Her fragrance amazing
With patience persuaded, me
To pay her, a visit
And I caved in

(Pretty motherfucker)
Man she's a (pretty motherfucker)
Damn she's a (pretty motherfucker, pretty, pretty motherfucker)
Damn she's a (pretty motherfucker)
Flip, she's a (pretty motherfucker, pretty motherfucker
Pretty, pretty motherfucker)

What the flip's in my drink, I ain't, I ain't feelin' good



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Writer(s): Daniel Sebuyange
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