When I see my baby, what do I see? Poetry. Poetry in motion. Poetry in motion.
Walking by my side. Her lovely locomotion. Keeps my eyes open wide. Poetry in motion. See her ghetto sway. A wave out on the ocean. Could never move that way.
I love every movement. And there's nothing I would do.
Poetry in motion. She doesn't need improvement. She's much too nice to rearrange. Poetry in motion. Dancing close to me. A flower of devotion. A swaying graceful leaf.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Poetry in motion. See her ghetto sway. A wave out on the ocean. Could never move that way.
I love every movement. And there's nothing I would change. She doesn't need improvement.
Poetry in motion.
She's much too nice to rearrange. Poetry in motion. All that I adore. No number nine love function could make me love her more.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
All that I adore.
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Poetry in motion.