Mystery Lady Poem by Re'Twon Scott

May I introduce you to my mystery lady?
For a male not to stare at her they must be crazy,
Her walk is as smooth as a player's Mac,
And she stays on top because she's sharp as a tack,
The animals she walks by always sing,
Sing about this wonderful thing,
The way males treat her you would swear she was a queen,
They fall on their knees and even bring her things,
Rings of gold and diamonds too,
But it doesn't pleases her because it's nothing new,
Males smell her hair and they all say the same,
French perfume, which is as good as it comes,
To touch cotton is the same as touching her skin,
Soft and delicate,
My lady's a perfect ten,
When I try to talk to her nothing comes out,
It feels like my hearts in my mouth,
Why I can't talk to her maybe I'm crazy,
All I know is that she's my mystery lady.