I remember the times when I met you.

—First time was at a frat party
—Second time was on a date
—Third time was at your momma’s house.
—Fourth time was heading back to your place.

Curly hair, mix heritage, thick in those jeans, cocoa butter skin tone.
Foreign language makes me weak in the knees
Especially when you role your “R’s” with your tongue.

How do you keep,
keep me dreaming
about you?

This feeling
I have is deep,
deeper than you know. It has me chasing after you.

Tell me what did you do to me, babe?
You put some type of potion all over me.
Hit me with something new babe.
Spiritual waves, have me feeling some type of way.
I want you for myself now, I can no longer wait.
Whatever spell you have me under, has me stargazing.