Dr Syntax - She's Quite Some Picture lyrics

[Verse] First one is playful Type you'd like to cradle Mind state favorable Never tried the pain To make her hateful or disdainful Tight frame, face is like an angel's Every step gracefully Parades the nicest navel (She's pure!) In a way you can't create with any facial That's the type of Maid I'd like waiting on my table But when it comes to conversation This could be debatable Regurgitating all the same bull She saw on cable It's a given that your smitten Cos she's so damn hot She's that image of perfection Every grown man wants But on a search for your equivalent You're totally off Cos she can get you feeling young Then let you know that you're not So you can brag that you're mackin dude But that's a cra** attitude Don't you know that too much candy is bad for you? (Go on!) Just try and handle youth It's attractive too But once she's had a few She's acting like a minor nag and boo Best to get this understood Or you'll wind up in a frenzy Cos she's looking so good But the mind isn't ready So, if you're on some dumb tip, get your fun fix Otherwise you're best to run quick From these young chicks [Chorus] She's quite some picture, this I can see Still she's not enticing to me Just because she's beautiful It doesn't mean she's suitable I refuse the lose it So I won't be getting too enthralled [Verse] Second one's a, twisted plot Guaranteed to make you grimace lots Frisky fox, snare you with a wiggle Plus a quick snog One minute she's on it but The thing you wouldn't miss much Is purely cold blooded how Quickly she can switch off Hissy fit strops It's a k**er when she's pissed off Clearly hot, still she gets as chilly as a crisp cross One that's been in love with it but since lost Now it's just a grim sloth For anyone who want's to come and win props It's over for your own thoughts Let alone your cohorts This one got you groaning down your phone Until your throat's hoarse And so on, and so fourth Most want to know more But then get roasted boar Like she exposed them to a blowtorch Playing mind games Climbing right inside the eye's brain Devising ways of applying strain Until he's quite changed Left in Dire Straights Let me try define a nice dame See me I wouldn't bite the bait Must be an acquired taste Please she's a chicken-head With vicious talents Curse your bloodline to hell and then She'll (Switch!) like it didn't happen Hell of a fickle madame Forever at the center of a bitter tantrum Cool your jets and leave the b**h abandoned [Chorus]