Sweet as Mangoes

Walking along a Beach
a Jamaican beauty know's,
her Breasts are
sweet as Mangoes.

With your Arms
wrapped around her Waist,
there's a lingering scent of a
Tropical taste.

Oh those Caribbean Islands
in the Sun,
those Girls have looks
that stun.

I'll have to go
and Water Ski,
cool me off
because of the affect she has on me.

Take her off for
some wild debauchery in a Hut,
I so badly want
some Coconut.

Its too bad on Sunday
she goes to Chapel,
I'd worship her bathed in the juice
of Pineapple.

Outside a warm
Wind blow's
I'm moaning out loud
Mama you're sweet as Mangoes.