when you hear my flo,

When you hear my flo, when you hear my flo, you gonna be on the floor, gonna get on the floor. My girl my sumi, my girl the sumi, she get around, she's on the bound,
I was feeling very bitter and anxious all week (and apparantly, I have heard reports of bitterness in the air, so I am not alone)
until my Sumi came. Then all weekend we rhymed words and played ro-sham-bo in cafes and my room and the kitchen. And then we made up a new version of ro-sham-bo which involved a tree and a street and a person. it was deep. And everytime we did a round we would crack up. We could do the same thing over and over again, and each time it would be astounding or hilarous or ridiculous and we would look at each other and bust out. And we made up the new ro-sham-bo somewhat based on her rebounding from her mugging last week, so we took the most violating thing and just played with it all weekend.
my girl my girl
she aint buff,
no she aint rough.
she aint bad, and she aint sad.
but still she won't be stopped.
oh, say!
she won't be gruffed,
she's walking down down the street street.
She's on her feet feet
She'll beat the street, she'll beat the tree.
She makes the blocks.
She cuts the path, yeah, she's ah-yight
and though the way is steep
she's ah-yight.
she keeps.
Amen. Sister.