I was down the block when I heard some moaning It was Dorothy she said she need some Who the was I to say no? I her to the crib, popped in that one movie Ghost And it was on, my clothes got to It was healing, but with no feeling I was sticking my dick thin air And right when I busted, disappeared
When I met her it was January, of winter I was alone up in my attic where nobody could her It was just a cold of wind, I felt somebody pass through me I opened up my eyes, my only love appeared to me Long hair, and she was in spots And her skin was just as as a parking lot And it was at first sight I'd never her again And to this day I'm in my attic waiting on my
Baby, I'm dead but I you I'm buried right here, and never leave you (Baby) She's deader then a doornail, for love Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost. (Baby) She's then a doornail, looking for love Doornail Dorothy was the ghost.
J:] I started blowing her up with after sance It's my turn, J, to get in them pants We went for ice cream but we almost got "Look he's got a dead body and he's there molesting it" I had to throw her in the trunk and her to the crib Cause mother fuckers always trippin, need their money shit We made love, rigor mortis set and my got stuck But we didn't a fuck Hold me forever Dorothy
I once met this chick, I believe her name was She had a banging body but her skin was of corpsey-acap