Blood Red Docs

She had blood red docs
They matched her blood red hair
Blood shot eyes went with her cold dead stare
Jet black eyelashes out to there
Strutting through the laundromat with no care
I thought if she was mine man I would not share
Matter of fact I'd take her just about everywhere
Made me wish that I had greased up my hair
Working class brown beauty with vampira waist
I'd love for her to invite me right back to her place
And if I got her mad I would give her some space
If she were to leave me I'd probably give chase
And she'd probably deck me smack dead in my face
She look like the type that aint got no time to waste
Looking like the type that just can't be replaced
Like we could have a good time boozing or not
That caramel complexion Isn't all that she's got
Like everything she do she put it on lock
Not just a pretty face done earned all of her props
I see us at a protest screaming, "fuck all these cops!"
My clothes finished drying and my daydream stops