I gave her enough to go shopping.
She cleared out the clothing department hopping.
But she wants Prada, not Dolce Gabbana.
So I'll buy her everything in the factory—no drama.
 
I can tell by her best purse,
If her man truly loves her, it's not a curse.
A Givenchy gown for her to wear,
And later that night, I'll strip it down with care.
 
Even in her finest cloth,
She'll move slower than a sloth.
But when she's naked, my eyes can see.
She's the most beautiful thing to me.
 
I'll style her for the gala of the summer.
Show her the finer things, check the...