In this wheel of life, you're something like my center spoke
Run my tongue across the crest, you're my little envelope
Then you’re like, you so nasty
Slicker than a can of oil, you can't get nothing passed me
Face to face lips touch, you smell like cinnamon
Not trying to be crude
I'm from VA, a southern gentleman
Virginias for lovers
We still open doors, still walk close to the street
Still take my head off when we meet
Still stand up and offer my seat

She said, maybe I think I like you
Somebody raised a good man
I told her, Lady I'm my mothers disciple
And I do the best that I can
She said, I know she's so, so proud of her good man
Then she told me
I might get a chance to tell her
Ms. Louise, you raised a good man

Stop gassing me, I'll tell you what the difference is
You’re not accustomed to treatment that matches what you are
magnificent
Celestial, Divine, an other worldly entity
You're like another dimension in time, from somewhere
But meant for me
Ooo I could almost write a song for you
I mean if could sing, I would
I would write a song for you, you know
But let me talk to you for a second

Then she said, Ooo I think I like you
Somebody raised a good man
I told her, Lady I am my mother's disciple
And I do the best that I can
Then she said, I know she's so, so proud of her good man
She told me
I hope I get a chance to tell her,
Ms. Louise, you raised a good man
A good man, thank you mama
A good man, good man
A good man, lady you know you raised a
Good man, good man
I can’t wait to tell he’s
a good man