I saw you, and had to catch myself, from walking towards you, and acting a fool. Acting a damn fool. Why do I still have to see you? Every-freaking-where??? Have you got nothing to do? Other than be all around campus? Strutting around, in your timbalands and jeans? You don’t even like those jeans, you hate your timbalands. Only problem is; I like those jeans, and I have an even greater weakness for those timbalands…on you.

Got over you? I think not…Your brand of voodoo is some strong shit.