My Humps (a poem in five parts) by W. I Am and D. Payton

I.
What ever are you going do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
Why, I'm going to get you drunk!
Get you love drunk off of my hump.
My hump.
My lovely, little lumps

II.
I drive these brothers crazy,
I even do it on the daily,
They do treat me really nicely,
Why, they buy me all these ices!
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they are sharing
All their money has got me wearing fly
Oh, brother, I am not asking,
They say they love my ass in,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I do say no, but they do keep giving
So I must keep on taking
And no I am not taken
We can keep on dating
But I shall keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love,
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump,
My humps...why, they've got you.

She has got me spending.
Spending all your money on me and spending time on me.
She has got me spending.
Spending all your money on me, up on me, on me.

III.
What ever are you going to do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
Why, I'm going to get you drunk!
Get you love drunk off of my hump.
What ever are you going do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
Why, I'm going to make you scream!
Make you scream.
Because of my hump.
My lovely, lady lumps.

IV.
I say, I met a girl down at the disco.
She said "Hey, hey, hey yes, let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time - not money.
I mix your milk with my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff -- milky, yes, milky."

They say I'm really quite sexy,
The boys, well, they want to sex me.
They are always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Trying to feel my hump.
Looking at my lump.
You can look but you mustn't, mustn't touch it,
If you touch it I'm afraid I'm going to start some drama,
You don't want any drama,
No, no drama.
So don't pull on my hand, boy;
You are not my man, boy;
I'm just trying to dance, boy;
And move my hump.

My hump.
My lovely, lady lumps
In the back and in the front
My loving has got you.

She has got me spending.
Spending all your money on me and spending time on me.
She has got me spending.
Spending all your money on me, up on me, on me.

V.
Now, what, may I ask, are you going to do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
Why, I'm going to get you drunk!
Get you love drunk off of my hump.
And what are you going to do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
Oh, I'm going to make you scream!
Make you scream.
Hmmm, what are you going to do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'm going to get you drunk!
Get you love drunk off of this here hump.
Praytell, what are you going to do with all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'm going to make you work!
Make you work.

She has got me spending.
Spending all your money on me and spending time on me
She has got me spending.
Spending all your money on me, up on me, on me.