In the thunder and rain, 
You stare into my eyes
I can feel your hand
Moving up my thigh
Skirt around my waist
Wall against my face
I can feel your lips

I recognize your fragrance, hold up
You ain't never gotta say [bad word] And I know your taste is 
little bit, mmm high maintenance 
Everybody else basic 
You live life on an everyday basis 
With poetic justice, poetic justice 
If I told you the flowers bloomed in a dark room, 
Would you [bad word] it? 
I mean, I write poems and these songs dedicated to you 
 [bad word]  x 2 
Anytime, you can get it, you can get it
Any place, you can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, 
Know just, know just what you want 
Poetic justice, put it in a song

I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off [bad word] that, pour up plenty of champagne 
Cold nights when you curse this thang
You called up your girl when caught up in the ity bity range
Heard that she wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Don’t approach her with that atari
That a good game always sorry
They say [bad word] a nation 
I can tell
But I can’t right my wrongs
Unless I write em down for real, alright
 [bad word]  x 2 
Anytime, you can get it, you can get it
Any place, you can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, 
Know just, know just what you want 
Poetic justice, put it in a song.