CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED - Wallflower lyrics

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[C.A.L.I.B.E.R.]

I was feeling under the weather

Spot sunshine, sundress with a shot glass, one lime

I'm usually confident

Beautiful made me kinda' timid so I raised up

My blood alcohol percentage and I represented

Hesitant to grab her arm

Looking like a vagabond Caliber kills her with the charm

As compensation for the cash flow

I approached the honey mad slow

Hoping in a moment we could dance slow

But before I could advance yo she said no

Mumbling something about the club scene and assholes

[I] stayed humble, extended my hand

[She was] so receptive to the fact when I approached her I was such a gentleman

[I] told her that's just how I am

Would you consider this dance?

[She] said, "My skirt's too short, maybe if I wore pants

Plus the heels, make it harder to move."

Told her, "Disregard the feeling, only part required is your waist to groove."

[She] grinned slightly. Feeling she begins to like me

I converse politely hoping she'd invite me but

Instead, I got a hole in my head

Something bout' getting out of bed and dreading work because

Her boss makes her fed

Dead the conversation

Had to see if she was with it, then within an instance

I began to feel resistance

Didn't budge, I got bored

Lunging for the dance floor

She's indulged in conversation, that's not what I'm here for

Therefore

I said, "I'm about to slide, I get the picture."

She said, "I don't wanna' dance but it's nice talking with ya."

Look, clubs are for dancing

Coffee shops are for discussion

And if we party now maybe tomorrow we could luncheon

Involuntarily I move when I hear the percussion

Man! Stand still, paying twenty bills for nothing

Out of the question

Irregardless of your beauty you're making me regret that I said pardon of

excuse me

(Truly) your beauty's dazzling but I'm about to peel

Too elegant to sweat is something

Caliber could never feel

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Dressed to kill, low cut chest revealed

Classy still you've got a lot of sex appeal

But you're such a Wallflower you could dance in heels

You're trying to chill, I'm trying to see your dancing skills

[Quartermaine]

Listen sugar peeped your style a mile away

Gracious I might say exotic like a wild bouquet

I only need your time of day and maybe a

Few seconds to display the game (huh)

Not in the mood?

In the cut you claim you want to lay, but

I don't play this game to lose

Q don't run away (NAW)

I move with a straight approach, laced in [po]lo

B-boy arrogant pose

Trying to get the last drag off the hash in the roach

My wardrobe, it shows that I ain't trying to boast

But hopefully you and me we get to whine real close

Most of the time I play it cool

Don't even sweat these shorties cause

Sometimes you wave hi they think you're getting naughty

But you Miss, you're unlike all these little girls that bore me

I'm trying to get you off the wall and get on the floor see

It's curiosity that's got this cat frisky

Hot under the collar feeling tipsy off the whisky

Maximum return on my interest cause my business never risky

[I'm] spitting in tongues until you get me

Why don't you let me gently hold your hand sexy

And spin it out [of] control like a 430SC?

I think I see a spot in the corner

Where we can work it out sweat dripping like sauna

I wanna' push your body to the limit

Repetitions… infinite

We gonna' dance or not?

Let's rock before the song finish

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