I’m Comparin’ You, Bae

A Summer's Day? To compare you to?

Nah, that's too old school, bae.

I'll compare you to a hip-hop tune,

since that's the flavor of the day.

You're just like that poundin' bass,

gettin' my hips to a'bumpin',

and when you get all up in my face,

you make me feel like somethin'.

Them words you spit at me, tough,

get me all up in a lather;

one verse, two, three ain't enough;

above all, to be with you I'd rather.

And when all is spent, I still want more;

oh, baby, can't I have an encore?