You don't suit me

You don't suit my complexion
You don't suit my clothes
You don't suit my wide vision
You don't suit my pose

You don't suit my shaking sun
You don't suit my play
You don't suit cruising for fun
You don't suit my way

I just want the perfect match
A piece of ass, some white for black
I deserve better than that
Don't pin yourself up against my back

You don't suit my direction
You don't suit my face
You don't suit introversion
You don't suit no grace

You don't suit my obsession
You don't suit desire
You don't suit my starvation
You don't suit inside

I just want the perfect match
A piece of ass, some white for black
I deserve better than that
So won't you get off of my back

Quand le parolier n'est pas inspiré, il trouve que la répétition est une figure de style très groovy...