He Got Nothing

I guess I caught u staring
Checkin out my body, and what I'm wearing
But I'm not no bar slut
And I won't be bearin
My breasts or my soul to you tonight.
I guess now you're confused, instead of stoked
Wondering why I won't just giggle at your
lame ass jokes
It's cause the only time I giggle
is after a smoke
Don't think either that all I cam for is your meat
Cuz I can get myself off any damn day of the week
So have a seat
And boy, listen to the beat
Cause the only reason you and I have cause to meet
Is so I can dance
Here's a new one for ya to learn: it's called
Santa's Reindeer in Reverse
I'm Vixen, you're a Prancer, then we're Dancer,
and I'm Dasher
I'll break it down better
I'm hot, you're not, trying to pop and lock,
and you're dropped.