This may surprise you but I wasn’t always the old married guy in the back of life’s nightclub. In fact, in my savage single days I was known to sprain a heart or two. Simply put, I know what girls like: Music.
I was perusing Bol’s latest post and it hit me: The problem with the new generation of gentlemen is they have no finesse or suave bola to their swagger. Like if you’re sitting there in your mama’s crib with dreams of fuckin’ Angel Lova Lova—get your head out the clouds and step to your business.
Now I’ve never cuddled an Eye Candy myself on even the coldest winter night (Me abuse my power?) but I really don’t believe video vixen love is unattainable. Here’s a suggestion of the type of CD you could make for the chick with the huge fake ass that would make her silly puddy in your hands. Oh young love gets me all misty-eyed. You kids have fun.
Aretha Franklin “Angel”
Marvin Gaye “Come Live With Me Angel”
Stevie Wonder “Angel Baby (Don’t You Ever Leave Me)”
Stevie Wonder “Pretty Little Angel”
Angela Winbush “Angel”
Stacy Lattisaw “Let Me Be Your Angel”
The Montclairs “Angel”
Bobby Valentino “My Angel (Never Leave You)”
50 Cent “Angel”
Cormega ft. Havoc “Angel Dust”
Sporty Theivz “Angel”
Kanye West “About an Angel”
Brandy “Angel In Disguise”
Los Angeles Negros “Angelitos Negros”
Pras “Blue Angels”