Picky Eater

I’m not one to shy away from food
I’m slim, but I can handle a plate or two
There’s a wide range to my taste; not much I won’t try
But when it comes to females, the taste gets picky
I need a lot of humor, a good amount of spice
This can’t be a boring meal; the presentation must be nice
Even more than the view, I need the flavor to be hot
Gotta have a kick to you, leave me with a challenge
I want to be sweatin’ when it’s all said and done
With your recipe still lingering and sittin’ on my tongue
Don’t start questioning my appetite, sit back and let me treat ya
No need for you to worry, told you I was a picky eater

Workin

I lift a few weights, I run a couple miles

Gotta stay fit, but I admit, this feels like work

Sitting up for hours, writing yet another paper

Just wondering when this effort will pay off for me

But when I get some time, I make sure to see your face

You’re my remedy to fatigue, the second wind that I need

So when I’m rubbin’ on your back and I’m breaking in your dreams

Just know it wasn’t work for me baby, you know I aim to please