Hey, You! Hey, you! It’s true—saints do Make things come true for you. I prayed for a Boy Toy And, I got my boy, Troy. Hey, you! I swear he’s fine, Dark cocoa and he’s mine. I paid for his new car And, oh, he’s my rock star. Hey, you! Inside, I’m glee And gin I scored for free. He’s drunk on me, I’m glad. He’s my right when I’m bad. Share:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) Related May 18, 2012October 31, 2012 Categories: Poetry