Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is tired, hurt, and bewildered.
Everyone’s just laughing at me. I hate it. Big breasts, big ass, big deal, Can’t I be anything else? Gee, how long can you be sexy?
A photographer once told me that my two best points are between my waist and my neck.
A sex symbol becomes a thing. I just hate to be a thing.
I walk in the room like ba-ba-ba BAM. All the boys stutter, “da-da-da d*mn!”
You’re fronting like you don’t want it, but deep down inside, you wanna get all up on it.
I’m sweet, petite, about five feet, the cutest shorty you’ll ever meet.
I’m the chick looking fine with a little waistline. Got all these boys checking it from behind.
My cell is ringing off the hook. d*mn. Sometimes it sucks looking this good.
Right now, you’re probably thinking, “How she get in them jeans?” Well, I’m gifted, all natural, and burstin at the seams.
Konichiwa Bitches by Robyn Lyric
She was a model chick, pretty thick in them jeans, walking out the store on 25th.
What I Need by Deep Side Lyric