If I were a boy I’d walk in high heels at night
And wear bright red lipstick to see what if feels like.
If I were a boy I’d satisfy my sweet tooth with an eclectic
range of goodies;
International buttercups, southern chocolate drops & apple
bottoms from the hood.
I’d even hide thoughts of mandingoes in my dreams if I could.
If I were a boy I’d pimp them hoes, take that cash and slap
that ass when I was done.
Let them scalawags know; it ain’t no fun if my homey’s can’t
have none.
I’d sag my pants, show my ass, skip my class & smoke my
grass.
Talk that shit with swag like this;
I’d be the man around that bitch!
I’d be the man around that bitch!
I’d make a song and name it, 'I’m da Man Around This Bitch.'
Then I’d want to grow up; be a grown man!
Make love to my wife; walk in her shoes seeking to understand.
'That I’m her man around this bitch!
Her rock, cock, key & lock,'
I'd hold it down faithfully for my bitch.
~t.s.~