Blue Lace

Beautiful soul Figure so cold, expose me Got the body of a goddess yet you're modest still Girl you change the way I feel I'm sitting me counting all these pedals on these roses Put my hands around your (Waist) Oil running down your skin Open up your pores and let me in You ain't gotta say it It's written on your (Face) Dressed down Hair wild (As you should mama) Hydrated Legs out (You look good mama) Nothing superficial she just wanna let her hair down You need someone to vent to we can air it out Head on my silk pillow My fingers running through her hair scalp That's all she care about For the moment