can i make you smile while your fingers graze the keyboard
of course i can grab you by your string and make you holler for the LORD
you said you saw the devil in my gleaming smile
all i want you to do is stay for a while
lookin down my shirt and observing all my sweetness
hoping for your chance to lean back and to carress
my girlfriends who never come out and play
those girls who hold your eyes and make you wanna stay
i don't get off on this, it's only foreplay
your one and only guess, i am way to horny
way open to all reactions even the korny
i like for it to linger... the longer the better
i like to feel a finger... but tongues make me wetter
your words are strong and direct and they send me to the edge
i tiptoe across but will not jump off the ledge
we enjoy my being swollen and even my open pupils
but honey this type of talk will not make me lose my scruples
i will admit arousal is the point of the game
but for me to spend my energy on emptiness is lame
preparing for the get down or throwdown to go down
i am not afraid to clown or swivel round or show the brown round
but opening up all the way is not ever the prize
i got control over the way i act when nature awkens to rise
i will talk allday and in my sleep too if it means you'll open up
but no need for me to over flow if you never filled my cup