Apple Pie À La Mode

Beyonce...what? Michelle...what? Look Oh NO! but don't turn your head Just slowly turn your head He walks in the club with a look in his eyes as he steps flock flocking fingers by his side lookin' scrumptious even though he ain't tryin' finest thing that you ever did see The sexy creation had his hat tilted to the side Starin' at me had my nostrils open wide Can't even vocalize what I visualize had my body paralized as he smiled at me I say, 'Hey boy, would you enjoy sittin' next to me in your corduroys?' I'm from Texas, my girl is from Illinois Where you from?　Can I come visit you sometimes? My oh my, you seem like husband material Got any cheerios? Are you very, cause you're very very extraordinary kinda scary How about your name added to my vocabulary? Lullaby love where have you been all of my life chocolate-covered strawberries, apple pie a la mode Tell me your dreams and aspirations What's your future plans what's your motivations? Boy I'm loving how you're so unpredictable Boy I am feeling you guess I've got to get with you Am I your aim your object as a step say a prayer you're available? So sensual Lullaby love heartbreaker feel so special baby make it go It's all in the way you look at me apple pie a la mode I'm sure I'll enjoy your company apple pie a la mode You turn me on with your modesty apple pie a la mode You have such a beautiful personality apple pie a la mode