Substantial man,
hold his bold attitude,
I am not bold or a model;
But in Maya Angelou way,
When I begin to tell them,
they (Girls) think I am telling lie,
What I Say,
I Say:
It's the fierce of my words,
The elegance of my hair Gel,
boldness of my fame,
is the curve of my abbs game;
I am a bold man;
Substantial,
a Substantial man,
That's me.
I swag in my way,
the heatness of my sway;
And to girls,
they stare me,
the perkness of my glee;
Girls coddle their own arm,
and stare with sexual charm;
The blueness of my eyes,
the embarkness of my sigh;
the hardness of my muscle,
and the sourness of my lips pickle;
I am substantial,
a substantial man.
Women feels apetite in their thoughts,
What they see in me,
they try many soughts;
my inner splendor,
the boldness of my pure gender;
The prickness of my belt,
the sparkness of my watch,
Highty raised confidential callar,
Upbrim black tie with upmark stroller;
Piercing button groove,
With my lashing shoes;
Now, they(girls) caught me,
Why do I can't speak aloud,
as fumes of male are so profound;
flash of my personality clan,
it's because,
I am,
a stagnant man.
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