You are a kinda chemical of the wrong mix,
A lady full of all tricks,
The one who makes my poem more ironic
But your behaviour makes me a little bit sick and erotic
And when you touch my hand, I feel alive,
And I feel so again, like Imma person with no pain
Seeing you, words come out of my mouth like I am rap god E-M-I-N-E-M
You are the prettiest and precious gem.