My friend Fletcher is a mysterious man
He’s great with the ladies, has always a plan
Not so reliable, but I understand
He’s so damn gorgeous, a good looking man.
The ladies all flock for Tom Brady vibes
With Fletcher unfazed, the unflappable guy
He shares not his secrets or his ridiculous jive
And when the meds are needed, it’s he they prescribe.
The texture of his motion so smooth like butter
Make a poor girl steal, make a rich girl flutter
Make her feel so good, make her engine sputter
Catch her heart on fire, not a single word muttered.
So for all you ladies, if you’re out on the go
And you see his eyes with that mystical glow
And you’re pulled so strongly toward this alluring beau
Fret not m’ladies, enjoy yourself… and just feel his flow.