"Apple Pie A La Mode" Lyrics

Beyonce...what?
Michelle...what?
Look
Oh NO! don't, don't turn your head
Just slowly turn your head
oh, ain't he fine?

He walks in the club with a look in his eyes
as he steps flock flocking females by his side
lookin' scrumptious even though he ain't tryin'
finest thing that you ever did see
The sexy creation had his hat tilted to the side
Starin' at me had my nostrils open wide
Can't even vocalize what I visualized
had my body paralized as he smiled at me
I say, "Hey boy, would you enjoy sittin' next to me in your corduroys?"
I'm from Texas, my girl is from Illinois
Where you from? Can I come visit you sometimes?
My oh my, you seem like husband material
Got any children, Yo
Are you married, cause you're very very extraordinary kinda scary
I want ya name added to my vocabulary

[Chorus:]
Lullaby love where have you been all of my life
I like u chocolate-covered strawberry, apple pie à la mode
(Repeat)

Tell me your dreams and aspirations
What's your future plans what's your motivations?
Boy I'm loving how you're so unpredictable
Boy I am feeling you
guess I've got to get with you
Admirin' your Marc Jacob gear as i stare say a prayer you're available?
So sensual
Lullaby love heartbreakeable so special baby make-able

[Chorus:]

It's all in the way you look at me
apple pie à la mode
I'm sure I'll enjoy your company
apple pie à la mode
You turn me on with your modesty
apple pie à la mode
Got such a beautiful personality
apple pie à la mode

[Chorus:] [x3]