Fantasies of brunches and hotel suites
Secret meetings by 10th street
Seducing her vigorously
Upon his members he thinks
Closing remarks are spoken
Benediction; one final drum
As the paster greets all
He searches for Mrs. Mystery one
Caught up in girl talk
The whispers unveil Kenneth
Secret lies unfold
As the preacher makes his delivery
She looks into his eyes
As his tongue reveal blunt lies
She thinks he's the perfect guy
Whispering call me tomorrow
They hug then depart
The ignition is smooth started
Gucci shades over mystery eyes
Awaken Kenneth is now departed
The drive back home
Is sour and scorned
Kenneth calls her cell phone
Listening to sad ringback tones
