Ma Belle

She’s poet goddess chic,

My behind-closed-doors freak

I’m so into you, can’t you tell?

Be my friend, my lover, ma belle

Let me make you my gal, my baby

I know you want it too, no maybe

She’s that high level artiste,

My five foot three little feast

Swinging hips, oh how she pose

As I strum my Tennessee Rose

I see it in her eyes, she’s my world

My queen in diamonds and pearls