Can I confess? That it wasn't my dress, That led you to see Me in my vest. Dress to impress, I do indeed. But not to be stripped And dipped in your sheets. So you see, Your desires, Are your OWN to keep.
I searched for a feeling that made me feel like a million Went to hell and back sometimes had to be a chameleon But when my time to feel it I was rocky road ready When I saw your hidden treasure i knew dinner was hot and ready So I step into the abyss deep in your ocean for that buried treasure When i cracked open your box i found ecstasy and pleasure My land was ready for you to drop the bomb on it Had my soldiers ready all protected just in case of crooked mission You wanted me to Iraq you and sneak up from behind But I'm cautious so what I give you is hard to find My friends said I was fraternizing with the enemy But when your soldier is at attention with a dime piece ain't **** you can say to me
I cooked you dinner while your dessert on the menu The funny is to me you used to cold like with the flu ha chu Finger itching finger licking for a taste of that bubble yum soon as you let me enter it became on and popping like some bubble gum If you the enemy i surrender my flag to you what you got is boss no suit and tie but loyal moscato had me feeling like i hit the lotto especially when you spread it like butter and show me what you used to ride my bike like Throttle
I'm going all in i hope my soldiers don't shoot quick I hope she nasty and her intentions is to meet my kids Round 4 still at war on that kitchen floor Round 5 we park benched to the subway doors i love your sweet nectar your bee hive has stung bee No poison venom just love uncontrollably I’m deep in your treasure giving you techniques to remember My Love and Head Games will keep you saying"Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?"
You pin me against the wall- sharp intake of breath and I’m melting down my thighs. Your hands are rough. Your lips are soft And stop… stop… no don’t stop.
I’m gasping and you’re pulling my hair- the fire in my stomach grows and I’m on my knees again. I swore I’d never be on my knees again for you.
But your hands are rough against my skin. Your lips are hungry and sweet. And I don’t want you to stop… stop… oh my god don’t stop.
I remember the first time you starved me with those eyes. The way you ran them up and down my body from my neck to my ******* to my hips to my thighs I knew. I’d never be free of that stare or you ever again.
And I’d always want your rough hands gripping mine as you slammed them back. And I’d always want that wet kiss running down my stomach lower and lower. And I knew I’d never stop…. Stop… ****, I’ll never stop loving you.