Season’s ripe

Verse 1 : The season’s ripe, ripe for the pickin.   It’s time, time for me to find a guy.   Gotta look far, gotta look wide, gotta look high.   Cuz eventually, I’ll find him.   Oh!

Chorus : The season’s ripe, the season’s ripe, the season’s ripe.   The season’s ripe, shoobeedoobeedoo.

Verse 2 : Went to a party, wit my girls.   We chilled against da wall, tryna ball. (Yeah right!) Then, a guy walked up to me.   I was playin crazysexycool (Like TLC) And, he spoke to me.   He said, “Hey beautiful, wouldja be my queen?”   I died cuz!

Chorus : The season’s ripe, the season’s ripe, the season’s ripe.   The season’s ripe, shoobeedoobeedoo.

Rap : Yo!   It’s that time of season again.   When I jus wish it was rainin good men. Men of all shapes and sizes.   One that could win my prizes.   Ain’t no mistake, my heart you could take.   And I hope you’ll make the little flame start, yo!   Cuz what?

Chorus : The season’s ripe (the season’s) The season’s ripe (ripe!) The season’s ripe (So ripe, fo) The season’s…(pickin!) Ripe (Ripe!)

Break : Season’s ripe, season’s ripe, season’s ripe.   Oh!   Gotta go out in the fields of love! (fields of love) And pick a good, kind, trustin man!   That’ll, that’ll!   Love me!   The…season’s ripe!   Woo!

Chorus : The season’s ripe (So) The season’s ripe (Ripe) The season’s ripe (So) The season’s ripe (Ripe, yeah!) The season’s ripe (So ripe!)

Close : The season’s so ripe, so ripe, so ripe, so ripe!   Oh yes it is!   So ripe.