Poor Georgie

I met him in a club hangin out one night He said, "Hello I'm George.. hi Lyte! How's everything goin, huh, how ya doin? Hope everything's fine, ooh, and umm can I call you sometime? Can I get the digits? And the address, so I can come visit?" I gave him the digits, that wasn't a problem Cause if he caused any, I would have to solve them cause George looked good, MMM damn good! And if I didn't, some other girl would In my mind, I hope for the best Convincing myself that this was not a test Cause I heard many things about Georgie Nothing kinky, like no orgies I heard he knows how to make love like an angel from the heaven above Who was I kidding I'd give him a try Cause Lyte needs love too and that ain't no lie