I Want H.E.R. (She's So Heavy)

[Verse 1] She more fresher than a crisp pair of them white Nikes Or the wrist wear glowin' like lights Nice; shorty entice with come-hither stares But a nigga scared, sweat rollin' like dice Down the brow of the brother man If I don't play my cards right then another can, and will Chill, chill, just tell her how you feel If anything else, she'll respect you for being real Chill, chill, just tell her how you feel If anything else, she'll respect you for being real I try to keep myself cool and composed Cause what I like most, she got so much soul And what I might hope is that she'll be my soul- Mate...wait...let me grab a plate of her greatness Grab her by the waist and embrace This impatience? I hate this Heart goin' boomp-a-boomp-boomp like a bassist Are these feelings real, or Is it a mirage like oasis? Hey chick "Yeah, ummm, I know we don't know each other and all but um..." They call me Danny Vanderpool the Third And I would like to conversate and/or converse Whichever verb you prefer, that would be great Let's say we get to know each other better, and go on a date And go on a date...and go on a date... [Chorus: Brittany Bosco and Danny!] (I think I'm in looooooove again) I try to confront her...but I just freeze (I think I'm in looooooove again) I want H.E.R....but do she want me? [Verse 2] This ain't a Chris dis But baby girl I wanna +Kiss Kiss+ Under mistletoe, Christmas gift We can slip into the abyss of bliss I'm fixated on you lady but you get the gist You strike me as a girl who's into 'rithmetic So don't dismiss this rhythmic equation I made, but Me plus you equals X-O, X-O Gets no better than this so let's go And let's grow...you can use my heart as escrow But the decimals ain't enough There ain't enough ways I could explain it Pure, untainted Pleased to have hastily made your acquaintance Untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I been down since the First time I heard about ya, my man from Queens put me on So how could I ever string you along, hmm? "Yo, just give me a shot, I PROMISE you we were made for each other yo..." It MUST be fate Let's say we get it crackin' on a much clean slate Trust me They say great things happen to he who waits Come kick it with a brotha cause these other cats couldn't relate They couldn't relate...they couldn't relate [Chorus: Brittany Bosco and Danny!]