Black Girl

by Walter Rooks

Black girl,
you know I like the way
your lips say
whatever's on your mind.

And black girl,
you know I like the way
your hips sway,
movin' that behind.

Yeah,
I like the way you talk,
the way you walk
black girl.

Black Girl by Walter Rooks

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