I wanna get closer to you, baby, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Yeah,

You've got so far to go.

You've got so far.

You've got so far to go.

Let go and let me live inside you.

But your mouth don't say baby your thighs do.

I want us to arrive together.

I love it when the weather is wet and sticky.

Some depict me as being conscious.

Yeah, I'd use my head.

It was you to fit my appetite for seduction, biting and cussing, making love, touching when no one has ever touched before.

The heat got to open like an oven door because of your innocence.

Even more, you'll remember this hardcore gentleness before you wasn't into this on the ride.

Your freak became limitless, holding on to the night and meet sight as we write on the walls.

A story called Go.

You've got so far.

You've got so far to go.

You've got so far.

You've got so far to go.

You do it like you believe it.

Able to give and receive it with openness.

The most is just feel I'm giving you something that you can feel.

It's hard to stay still.

Rubbing your desires up against my.

I feel shaking.

I'm thinking that it's time.

My fingers on the hook of your neck.

Deep in your eyes is a look of respect.

Soft, wet, brown sugar mixed with sentiment.

Said you learn to trust men again.

But this is love made on self.

It's made for you to feel it.

But at the same time, helpless.

You dealt with a lot in your screams and moans.

Something about your walk that I've seen.

I'm home, but we don't have to think no more.

This is what I came here for.

You.

You get some.

You.

You.

You've got some.

You.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Yeah, when I... Yeah, I

was