My lovin' ain't no good, fill me brain
Straight migraine
What you give me this morning?
Woman, you make this thing a tongue full
You really never have it go so hard, no
You kill me with the startin' of the pool
Still I think bout me lovin' a the evening
What you do when you go swing from the ceiling?
Me never see that yet
Think that when me get every nerve, now me body start fret
You got me breathin' on your hand
You're just so wicked