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THE BOY WAS HOT

I caught blaze as soon as he entered the room
Felt like a long overdue virgin bride come June

Placed five "G" on black baby I'm lettin' it ride
What ain't short is see-through better not to hide

Sweatin' bullets cryin' pit bull red hot peppers
Take me down with a fight, don't worry you win

The boy was hot
Dressed in a smokey clear mirage
Monopoly money most of the night
Playin' me like a jazz musician
The boy was hot

This fire can't be put out with soda or water
Hangin' out a sign talkin' 'bout out of order

Placed ten "G" on the upper thigh now will he ride
What seems easy ain't no breeze through you decide

Sweatin' bullets cryin' pit bull red hot peppers
Take me down with a fight, don't worry you win

The boy was hot
Dressed in a smokey clear mirage
Monopoly money most of the night
Playin' me like a jazz musician
The boy was hot

Hot
Hot
Hot
Hot



Copyright, Nina Lee coauthor Obtuse Angle 2013
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Poetry by Nina Lee
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Written on 2013-02-26 at 00:21

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Ivan R
Just amazingly cool, this poetry, it feels, it stings, so great this poem,
2013-02-26