Don't know what time it was,
You called, I came.
Cold turkey was the deal before that happened....
That's why rehab is still in business
Cause of folks like me and you
Not stickin' to.
But we committed a breach of contract,
Just because I saw the wavy lines
And the intricate designs
Of some black lace that I got you.
And the black lace be callin' me,
Where you been, we been tryin to reach you,...
That's why I got voicemail.
We sit in the closet night after night
Watchin' her put a pillow in between her legs,
Cause if she don't, the AC gotta be on 55,
Not 69, cause that's too hot..
It's only a couple of blocks
I'm already wrapped around her thighs
And I got her breasts secure.
In other words, she my hostage...
Release her from bondage if you want to,
But it's gone cost you.
Cost me? Shit, the black lace was makin' a deal with me
Callin' my bluff, and the cards in my hand was already tight..but I needed security...so I pulled.
Now,...the lace tells me, if I got the right cards, I could taste the rose,
That's what was on the table on the lace's side.
Me, takin the rose, to my advantage, tickling my nose....
It spit so much game at me I got soaked...
I developed a fetish.
The black lace had me stimulating my own mind, so much I had to take a shower...I messed up my stuff.
Captivity was no longer the issue with the lace, it licked the cream for the last time...
That was my job now.
I laid my cards on the table,
Cause the black lace called, and I came....literally.
copyright (c) 2009 Charles Meadows