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Ultra......
Pull up, pull up, pull up on me
Pull up and let the seat back, yeah
Put your “doobie” out
Let the window down.....let 'em hear us
I ain't got no shame with you (Summer Walker)
You are my ultra, my lover girl
young enough for that rude boy yet
sophisticated enough for this O.G.
This black king, supreme.......me
refined, with such finesse
holding down that classic style
and that “gotta' be a special lady” kinda' smile
Loving how your eyes capture mine
walking towards me on your stroll
always on your grind........daintily
but even more so
when you walk away
how I can't help but watch your sashay
so sultry, tan and tabby cat
that sexy blacque, white and gray dress
and those white 6 inch heals
leaving my soul in a libidinous mess
(my guess is that you knew that and your encore just for me, see.....)
you are Ultra-you lavish in it
and your “moon” like a mystical orb
moving in the key of life
the kind of sister you want to claim for life
make you my wife.....I am open to all and every sacrifice and besides......
“…...you are my friend”
from the depths, I think you know
do I really need to say it?
Do I need to make it any more plain?
Must I truly tell you so........
….So Ultra, you're "Easy like a Sunday Morning" 2 me
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