A Dozen Roses (You Remind Me)

With a dozen roses

Such would astound you

The joy of children laughing around you

These are the makings of you

It is true, the makings of you

Boy, you remind me

Remind me of my Gucci shoes

Every time you walk past

All the girls be lookin' at you

You got style just like a Bentley coupe

And I be losing my mind

Every time I get next to you

I think I'm falling in love with you

Baby, caught up in something

That's moving so fast

Never been with nobody else

You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass

You remind me of these things

Someone like R. Kelly singin' 'bout a Jeep

Boy, you're everything to me

And you're my, you're my, you're my property (Oh)

Boy, you remind me

Remind me of the ice on my rings (Ice on my rings)

Boy, you remind me of this (Uh)

(These are the makings of you)

(It is true, the makings of you) These are, you

You remind me of the very first time

You remind me of the time we made love

Just like the twenty-fifth day of Christmas

Waiting for Santa Claus to show up

You got a heart of gold

Baby, you should know

Baby, you remind me of so much

And baby, you always stay on my mind

'Cause like my rings you shine (You're just like my rings that shine)

Boy, you remind me of 26's in my car (Oh, on my ride)

Completely spinning around

Lookin' like a superstar

Boy, you remind me

Of how life's supposed to be (How life's supposed to be)

This is what you remind me

And you're my, you're my property (Oh)

Looking at you look at another, baby

I don't need another brother (I don't need, I don't need)

Satisfy my mind to the fullest

And my body, there's no pressure, baby

You know I keep it so real

And I can't help you got that whip appeal

What's the deal? Tell me how you feel

Could it be me, me for eternity?

Like the ice on my wrist

It's like kick on my hip

M.A.C. on my lips, armor oil on my whip

Butter on my shrimp

I'm the Gladys, you the Pip

I keep my hair flipped

The way you like to see me strip

Keep a money clip

You remind me of a tip

Like a pair of jeans from Abercrombie when they rip

Like a glass of wine and every time I take a sip

It's you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Boy, you remind me

Remind me of my Gucci shoes (Aw, baby)

Every time you walk past

All the girls be lookin' at you (Every time you come around, I lose my mind, babe)

You got style just like a Bentley coupe (You got, you got)

And I be losing my mind

Every time I get next to you (No, no, no, no)

(With a dozen roses)

(Such would astound you)

(The joy of children laughing around you)

(These are the makings of you)

(It is true, the makings of you) These, these are, you