Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Makes Me Feel Good


Dressed to the nines, i'm going impress a few tonight
Smellin damned fine, fragrance scheduled to take flight
when i come onto the scene, all eyes on me
when I put, put, put it down, everyone gathers round
and the drink that i'm sipping, would start to kick in, makes me feel good

before the night is done, i'm going have some fun

Now that I got your attention, come make a move on me
Need someone to play with, looks like it's going be you tonight
when i come onto the scene, all eyes on me
when I put, put, put it down, everyone gathers round
and the drink that i'm sipping, would start to kick in, makes me feel good

Submitted: Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 08, 2014

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