Babe move your hips.
Twerk it just like this.
Touch me with your lips.
It don't have to be a kiss.
Please wear tighter jeans.
Try to touch your knees.
Bless me like a sneeze.
Hit the ground, then you freeze.
I could stare at you all day.
Girl, what's your name?
Be the picture to my frame.
You got that money, make it rain.
You see why I call this poem "Babe"