I remember the first time I laid me eyes on that Nubian queen
Light skinned, long hair and curves I’ve never seen.
Eyes like a magnet pulling me close like I was the man of steel
With her words of slang breaking me down turning me on for real
It was mutually our first day to a new employment, occupation.
I been jobless for a while so my heart needed elevation
I didn’t know a soul so I was playing it low key.
But how could I reject the fact that she was staring at me