stomping, clomping

famously fetid and lost in the sauce
waylayingly wettish and seeking a boss
bottom black boy with tendencies to switch
searches out sadist who knows more than this:
i might be the best but my best ain't much;
i'll respond to your words and return your touch.
i see you picking women who try to confuse
while i only accept neglect and abuse
we're both flawed, sure, and broken to boot
we could talk for more hours than i'll ever compute
i'm swallowing the desire to call out your name
i wish you would allow me to fan your flame
i can't help what i want and neither can you
just let me be around when you're feeling blue

and i know ... that i'm ... a wreck
i just want ... your hands ... around my neck
i;ve tried to be subtle ... but i ... suspect
i'm in for another ... tornado...of neglect

i can be your pink diamond, help you laugh for days
i wish you would let me bathe in your rays
i'll scream out the loudest when you take the stage
your control of your own power sends me into a rage
so when my heart starts pounding, i have to scribble out a page
you've shown me your magic, i know you're a mage
so why do you insist on staying in that dull cage?
i could be your own maverick, i could bring us some sage
the good people have had it, slaving for minimum wage
why am i always so manic when i see your sweet face?
i'm sorry i'm so bad at keeping the pace
i'm horny as a rabbit when i drink from your bass
i feel like a savage when we're running this race
i'm not just a fad, baby wait til i get my own place

and i know ... that i'm ... a wreck
i just want ... your hands ... around my neck
i;ve tried to be subtle ... but i ... suspect
i'm in for another ... tornado...of neglect