Scorpio Boy
Hey Scorpio, where you been
Appealing to my muse
Like the fire to the wind
I call you slim with a smidge of a grin
Because you wears me like a shoe
Fitting a sizable ten
Hey Scorpio, how come you so fine
Sending visions of honey dew
Tucked all over my mind
You’ve got that magnetic aura
That has me caught off guard
And that flavor of realness
Has be falling hard
Hey Scorpio, stop trying
To reach down deep in my soul
Trying to find that pot of blond gold
I anit nobody’s valentine
And nobody’s toy
But I damned sure want to
Play with you, Scorpio boy!
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