hair all done up; lips a rouge
hot pants, boob tube and knee high boots

hips a swinging, fingers a clicking
knees a knocking, chest a heaving
bodies slamm'n
yes breda saturday nite party'n

biceps, triceps and sixpacks a glow'n
teas'n and flirt'n drink'n and think'n
how to get that sista
mi seh yes breda saturday nite party'n

lustful glances, sexual prances
never a second thought, with the first offer
shyness and slyness watch for the cunn'n of that
fox, or you'll wish you'd had a box
eehi a so it go?...saturday nite party'n

heads swirl'n from too much booze
and you feel like you could do with
a snooze, but be careful or you might
just regret whose bed you wake up in
the morning after.
yes my yout mi nya tell yuh man a di saturday nite party'n

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A JOURNEY OF A THOUSAND MILES BEGINS WITH THE FIRST STEP.

you guy's tell me what you think of mi poem's dem these a ole ones from sum yrs back

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A JOURNEY OF A THOUSAND MILES BEGINS WITH THE FIRST STEP.

De poems dem mite be from sum years back but deh shure nice yeye candy.