Dunkin' Hinds

It’s your birthday, it must be birthday cakes

Hooray, yay! Invitees lit like trick candles

Too hot, pan handles, strutting in birthday suits

Proof is in the pudding, filling the middle a little

Sun drenched spoonfuls, licking batter, baby phat-ter

Must be Jello jamming, poo poo platters, summer jammin’

Parties don’t start until the roof is on fire in backyards

Bundts baking in crowded rooms of feminine bumps on the rise

Throwing backs up in the air, shaking what mama gave, for twerks

Who is me?  I’m just an old dirty “I” on casual lookout for…..

Good lookins’, sho’nuff  cookin, extra moist lady’s choice

No slim Pickens in this summertime kitchen of sweet treats

Cheeks are the rage in  this new age,  hot cakes thrown back

Hot pants,  hot  pants!  Make you  wanna, wanna  have a slice

So throw the dice, and close them eyes, now open ‘em, SURPRISE!

Its your birthday, go shorty, let everybody know, it’s your birthday

I like  your  brand  as  it expands  beyond hem lines, throwin’ confetti

Each time  you strut, what your mama gave you, them Dunkin’  Hinds!!