Baby Girl

There she goes,
Down to that little corner, walking fast switching her hips,
Heads turn and mouths fall.
It seems only yesterday that that woman was only a baby.
Lips pure red and legs out and long,
Chocolate curves run down her body like a swirling a winter river.
She knows what she's doing, she knows she's the stuff.
She's not a baby girl anymore but a woman in all her glory.
See those eyes painted with gold and black around the rim.
Baby girl knows what she's doing, she knows what she wants.
She doesn't want little boys anymore but full grown man.
Man with hair on their chests and charming smiles.
Man who know that baby girl has grown up and is in heat this summer.
She wants a predator, no gooey or sweet stuff, she wants it rough and mean,
Not that kiddie stuff.
Oh, baby girl wants it but doesn't need it. But i forgot she's 15....not a baby anymore.