[Mary J. Blige:] So burgundy, the window to his soul It seems he tapes his eyes closed, From huffin on, thats what hes puffin on. His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls, His jeans hang loose and low So his di..opps he caint be comfortable I mean, hes gotta be comfortable. [Jaheim:] Now shes the type thats compared to a rose that grew from the concrete, So sweet ya know, From the streets yo. Now shes the opposite of he, Have you ever seen a lion sleep on the bossom of a sheep? Its beautiful. Yeah thug though. [Both: (chorus)] Shes so beautiful and hes a thug, Theyre so different yet theyre in love. Hes so thugged out and shes so beautiful, Theyre so perfect cause theyre in love. [Mary J. Blige:] Picture this, his warm velvet voice on a cold winters night, Sugar free, bitter truth. Building life from a slang so divine. Soul to soul, their flesh pressed, From a firm of onyx tenderness. He signed his name with a venom kiss, Upon a heart, I never heard of such bliss. [Jaheim:] Now shes the opposite of he, Such as a butterfly and hes a killer bee. Yeah, she becomes a victim to his sting, And hes amazed by the colors of her wings. And the life hes led has left him with some scars, But, she viewed them all as mid-beauty marks. The moral of the story, plain as can be, He loved her cause, He is me. [Chorus: x2] Da Da-da-da da da da-da-da da Shes beautiful and hes a thug, Made for each other cause theyre in love. Shes a petal and hes a thorn, From a different type of story since they were born. [Chorus: x2]
Artist: Jaheim Mary J. Blige
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