[Hook: DNick]
I can't read your body language
So serious is your face when its here
Mysterious, yeah I'm trapped in your stare
You could just throw me away
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Got me feeling like a wrapper [x3]
You could just throw me away
[Verse 1: DNick]
Dang! Girl I'm glad you came
Infatuated with you, and that perfect frame
Uh, You tell your girls that I ain't Heh
But you know that their dudes are brainless
Your facade, yeah its cute girl
But you still remain nameless
Buy a chaser cause I can't buy wine
Hour glass type, baby take your time
I know you came to dance cause' I saw your behind when you were standing in line
Go ahead, go ahead, go and get it girl
By the end of the night I want them digits girl
Uh, and don't forget about me
I may be blind but your beauty I see
[Hook: DNick]
[Verse 2: DotYook]
Nine shots of the wine margarita
She lookin fine, top line and I need her
Ion need her but yea, I really want her
Are we meant to be? huh, I really wonder
So I stalk her down street, instead of talking and meeting
But Eddy and DNick told me NBD and I went in for the kill, offered a ride and meal
And maybe later, she should show me her riding skills
With a gun to her head, shawty ride or die
Dont mind my sly remarks, girl, I'm slightly high, embark on a climb to make you mine
So If you deny, I'll really fall for you
Ms. Sweet Eye Candy, I-I I really fell for you
Am I just a wrapper to you
Or would you rather have that other dude?
[Verse 3: Edisto ILLizHii]
Uh, Woe is me, you just toss guys aside no disposal fee
Man eater, on her list labeled grocery
The best dressed lioness, so furiously
A case of ICD when you're close to me
Get the urge to trace your curves like a rotary, dial
If I could get you to notice me, you'll be, "forever my lady" like Jodeci, now
Lets get back to this intro-duction
My eyes, locked on like the pendant on that clutch, too accompany your runway strut
My heart got stuck I'm such a klutz, for you I've fallen and I can't get up
That was so, Jaleel and its all I'm my mind, that's Soul for Real
Forever remaining a wrapper with no appeal...to you...
Ah boo but the song ain't thru!