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I met the strangest chick  imported from Bangladesh 
So what's your angle miss? 
Weak wicked and dangerous? 
She spoke the languages  English and Arabic 
Told me very quick  she won't be sucking any dick 
Say Wise Intelligent  you're unlike most other men 
A lot of brothers been filling me up with compliments 
So where your body's been 
That's all we need to know love 
Can turn this raven to a dove 
Or are you just gon' try to rise above 
Her kiss bionic, stimulating like a roots tonic 
Let's be platonic sister I ain't even hearing it 
You got me fearing that love's among the actual facts 
I gots to come correct, all wise right and exact 
I want you mentally and physically reflecting me 
You wants my agony penetrating sexually 
You won't commit but you persist with this sex shit 
I won't submit cause I'm Allah and God is dominant 
The sex is good but I don't need another lover sis 
I'm on this trip in pursuit of Miss Intelligent 
Not my type but I felt like I could change a bit 
Strange, I had this thing for Miss Bangladesh 
Was it the way she used to feed me fruit and rock me well? 
Her wet body and punanny drip the sweetest smell 
Ain't hard to tell she was the bomb like Nas and Akinyele 
Skin black, poom fat, sexy as hell. 

Chorus (missjones) 
I can't hate you, though I have tried 
Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh 
I still really really love you 
Love is stronger than pride 

Africa, ain't quite over her 
Scoping her, my style with Ethiopia 
Direct descendant from the Queen of Sheba, Makeba 
And King Solomon, Fela'sha in origin 
The sweetest lips that my tongue ever taste 
Cute face the softest thing my arms ever embraced 
Displaced for centuries form the rest of her race 
Erased from history, see we had that much in common 
We used to kick it on the dock by the Red Sea 
Or on the Nile in a boat made of papyrus leaves 
She told the tales of the perfect love and I was it 
I tell the tales of how I fell for Miss Bangladesh 
Pure finsesse, the moon reflected silhouette 
As I caress the nipples of her naked breast 
Chest to chest, one, flesh of my flesh 
Bone of my bone Africa had it going on 
She spoke "shalom", peace in Hebrew style 
Her voice melodic and exotic like the Virgin Isles 
No Madagascar, or how I was tempted to ask her 
To be my wife but my conscience wouldn't let me trap her 
I felt like I was being selfish to perceiver the thought 
And having sharks crowning me the thief of hearts 
This sister had the kind of beauty Wise Intelligent 
Thinks every brother on the planet should experience 

Chorus 
I can't hate you baby, though I have tried 
Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh 
I still really really love you 
Love is stronger than pride 

I stopped off to reminsce, it's a natural bliss 
But yo, I fully miss her, sort of like this other sister 
Me and her walked the sands of India 
Me and India, took showers and plenty of 
Baths together, made love in the rainy weather 
Yet even better, I shared many orgasms with her 
She took me home, disconnected the phone 
Played the jazz of Billie Holiday and Nina Simone 
She said a man is not a man if he's no worker man 
Some old Patra shit, but I admit I was loving it 
She said I did it for the love of the shit 
So get it up hold it down like a son of bitch boy 
It brings me joy making me make noise 
But don't you know my roommate's trying to sleep next door 
I said sure, let's swing up out of this piece 
We swung the next episode, back seat of my jeep 
Peep how we did creep, iller sex no sleep 
She blamed it on me because she ain't no freak 
Sing joy to the world the lord is come, let Earth receive her king 
But how you mean, crack a tin relax and I'll explain 
She called me names of ancient kings I called her queen 
I was her first, she called me God I called her Earth 
We just conversed on the first full mooon of May 
And Miss Bombay India still ain't over me. 

Chorus

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