Jet, and when i say jet i mean jet black hair,
A 13 year old who looked like she was 19 and fair,
She was liked by many boys at our school,
Some of them were in love, could not control the drool,
I often could not understand her sometimes,
She could be the nicest person you ever met one day, and a bitch the next full of limes,

But because she was fine, the fact that she could be so mean seemed to add to the fire,
And i at times wanted to follow her right up to her doorstep and retire,
Lay my head on her lap and pass the time,
Until her brother or father came home and i would have to run away before i would be the white chalk at the scene of a crime,

She seemed to be a party girl too, i even had a song that i thought would fit her perfectly,
"Hey mister DJ" Zhane's words rang perfectly that one night i saw her out there looking rather awkwardly,
Hanging on the mid northside of Pasadena with another lady friend i happened to like,
But that was her for you, She was a young rebel, bad, but fine,
Or was she? Was she just trying to hang and have a good time?

Perhaps, but it really doesnt matter,
Because im continuing on with the latter,
Who could forget her face, with her thick black lipliner, her big pucker lips,
The kind where if you got a kiss everyone would know somebody likes, loves you,

I like those lips, I liked how she took the time to beautify herself,
Looking like she was ahead of her time and not like a hobbit, or elf,
Ok, its time to quit,
I think enough words have been said about her, enough to fit.