The beauty shown by anything else is vain

All have taken a back seat since she came

Unbelievable the heat the fire the flame

The world is silenced at the mention of her name

Yeah Miss Thang, the queen of the Nile the master of the smile

Anticipations make a grown man behave like a child

The cream of the crop the top of the pile

The epitome of a woman with grace and style

You could walk a mile in her shoes but couldn’t dance a step in her feet

Her beauty makes so called beauties retreat

Flamboyant and still discreet the model of a woman complete

Men chomp at the bit anxious to eat the sweet peach

Stoke the fuzz instant love just because she’s Miss Thang

Damn, she’s fine is a common response

When confronted by her sheer ambiance

There is so much more that could be said

Her power is beyond words makes you verbally dead

Can make you run in place like you have to pee

With an aroma that could make Stevie Wonder see, ooh wee

It’s more than teeth breast and ass

It’s the movement the aura mixed with freak and class

The muscles in your back contract when she’s in sight

Yeah, she’s stacked like 32 tons of dynamite

More rapture than Anita with tricks up her sleeve

Could make Toney Braxton flip the script and breathe with ease

Men chomp at the bit anxious to eat the sweet peach

Stoke the fuzz instant love just because she’s Miss Thang

The whip that appeals

Headaches call her the big pill

The best thing since the wheel

Makes men offer impossible deals for thrills

Can make junkies toss the pipe for the promise of a night

There’s no need to resist it’s a loosing fight

Can make you a voluntary slave calm fits of rage

A twist of her hips could bring Pac from the grave

“How do you want it” any which way you can

Makes men fantasize abuse their hands

Got closet creepers changing brands the knock out blow no man can take

Makes your body shake can make a gay man straight make no mistake

If you haven’t seen her out she’s the one the Chi Lites asked about

Chocolate covered freak and habit forming like funk

The ebony queen with junk in her trunk

Men chomp at the bit anxious to eat the sweet peach

Stoke the fuzz instant love just because she’s Miss Thang