Cocoa brown skin, the blackest hair,
Pretty girl standin’ there, behind the counter
Cute smile. Laughin’ a bit too loud; she caught my attention
Her name tag was flipped. Damn, I’m gonna have to work for this

That mornin’ I had some shoppin’ in mind
For some shit I couldn't afford, to impress an old friend
I was probably in over my head that way ’cuz, it hadn't been my type of thing;
At least - not yet, anyway, I said...

“Excuse me. Do you have these in a 11?”
Browndie smiled and said,
“When's the last time someone checked your size?”
Surprised, I said, “I don't remember.”
She grinned kinda funny and said,
“Do you have the time to work it out?”
“Cool.”

Sat me down, pulled my shoes off and quipped
She got jokes
“The left’s slightly bigger than the right”, with a wink.
Stood me up, grabbed my hand, I started to speak; lil’ mama said,
“Sometimes, it’s better not to say what you think.”
Then whispered,
“Don’t make a sound.”

Back in the storeroom I became a fan
Survived her best moves as fast as I can
She pushed me away and then off she ran
Shoebox in my hand I checked out - by some guy named Andy

Later on after dinner with that old friend, we went back to my place
Undressed fast, outta those expensive rags
We pushed thru my bedroom door; the shoebox was on the floor
Who knew I owned a time machine

Taped under the lid, ain't sure how I missed it;
A note on scratch paper that proved that she had her tricks
Lipstick front and back, where she laid a kiss, she wrote,
“Boy you should know this…
…11 ½”

Alex, the tag read
I imagine it’s, Alexandra
Browndie Alexandra
Browndie Alexandra
Browndie Alexandra, yeah

Back in the storeroom I became a fan
Survived her best moves as fast as I can
She pushed me away and then off she ran
Shoebox in my hand I checked out

Back in the storeroom I became a fan
Survived her best moves as fast as I can
She pushed me away and then off she ran
Shoebox in my hand I checked out…