(Santana) One man's trash is another man's treasure You can be my pot of gold or I can be your lepra—chaun My little lucky -charm When I see you, I explode -boom bitch you're the bomb Yup—and I don't care about who you have slept with crept with As long as you keep it real- and the sex is ex-celent Im in ur stomach like indigestion Just speakin' this verse I got an erection