“Sandy,” he called, from somewhere downstairs. I rushed to the top of the stairs to greet him. He had papers in his hands that he waved about as he added, “I wrote a song for you.” 

So he ran up the flight of stairs and took me to our bedroom, sat me on the bed and pulled out his phone. He searched for a while before finally letting me hear the beat he had created for me as he sang along. 

Your lips, and your scent, I love it

Your long legs, and short skirt, I love it

You see that? My eyes go to your (I love it)

Without knowing, my hands go to your waist (ooh I like it)

Your thin ankles are in high heels all day baby

Could you be my lady? 

Cos I know you want it 

In the club, no a bar

Sky lounge, sky high

Not casual but dressed up more 

Don’t stop, keep going 

Rose, Dom P, with a cigar

Are you ?

If not, never mind

Party like Met Gala

The way we party is a different vibe 

Your eyes, and the way you talk, I love it

Your long hair, and the beauty mark on your nose, I love it 

You see that? My eyes go to your (I love it)

Without knowing, my hands go to your waist (ooh I like it)

Your thin ankles are in high heels all day baby

Could you be my lady? 

Cos I know you want it 

What time is it now? Where are we?

These things aren’t important

Who am I? What do I do? 

Don’t ask me these questions, girl 

Just enjoy the moment 

And go home later 

And keep this a secret between us 

Your black stockings (I love it)

Your red lipstick (I love it) 

Your y smile (I love it)

Your everything (I love it) 

Her lips, and her scent, I love it

Your long legs and short skirt, I love it 

Where did you come from?

Why did you only come now?

How can you be so perfect?

I’m always in awe when I see you