Meet my maker

Now I got a woman who does what she can
To make me believe that I’m a real man
She means what she says and says what she means
Sometimes even plays for the other team

She a bona-maker
A mover and a shaker
She used to be a loner
But now she’s got my boner

She’s a force of nature, a real dream
Like she’s stepped out of pages of some old magazine
Always there when I need her to conquer my will
Better than any little magic blue pill

She a bona-maker
A giver and a taker
She used to be a loner
But now she’s got my boner

Now sometimes she’s gentle, sometimes she’s mean
She can get down and dirty or be a nice beauty queen
When she’s good, she’s good but when she’s bad, she’s better
And wherever I go, I just can’t forget her

In a crazy world of this make-believe
She’s the kind of girl that puts my mind at ease
Who, when, or where, I can't really tell
But one the look in her eyes and I start to swell

She a bona-maker
Too good to be a faker
She used to be a loner
But now she’s got my boner

I’m going to meet my maker . . .
I want to meet my maker . . .


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