A fine woman is like a cup of coffee well-mixed

She tastes sweet, smells good, keeps awake

And she could make my heart beat faster

But most of all, she could be highly addictive

Just consuming her would make me hyperactive

She may be bitter at first, but I’d just give her my sugar and cream

Then stir her with my stirrer

I just can’t spit her like stale liquor

I’d rather lick her but even though, I’m the sicker licker,

She’s slicker because she could lick my Snicker’s

And if put my eyes on her, they’ll just melt

Because she’s so hot, I become the Autobot for her G-Spot

I’d take all the espresso shots that she’s got

I’d swallow my marshmallow because I have the guts

No flavor? No problem

I’ll give her my hazel nuts

See? She’s the star and I’m the buck,

so when we (censored), it’s Starbucks!

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