she's an F5 with a sex drive that'll leave you tied to her bedside
hurricane hips, stoppin all progression, seratonin levels drop, tropical depression
she is my professor, and i've been taught a lesson, that in the eye of the storm, the pressure's barometric
she knows i'm wary of her game plan, but when she gambles she can count on me, i'm her rainman
damn shame man, a fly stewardess, mental turbulence, head off to the cumulus
blamin the weather or whatever for her moodiness
my main star, but i'm barely on her radar
and so my heart sinks, but the pain floats
i'm in the shitstorm, should've worn a raincoat
the clouds are breakin, i can tell it's over
cause she's my sunshine, but i'm catchin melanoma
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