Baby are you a track star Cause you’ve been running through my mind all day I don’t even have to think back far I got better things to do than chill at the bar Fuck this I’m out Take me back to the car Back thataway You can hurt me and I’ll beg like Hathaway if you come over Saturday I got a hundred and twenty days of operating properly Obviously a monster in the cotton sheets Don’t even let me get to linen It isn’t even Egyptian Thread count One in a Million cause I’m winning I never stopped being a volunteer As I volunteer To bring you from there to here grinning ear to ear The soundtrack doesn’t interfere As we listen to old Prince And television and hooskerdoo I’m begging after-dark I got a fever for the flavor Heavy pettin’ you hard enough to wake up your neighbors
[Hook] Lots of lovers are knockin’ on ya door They wanna sweet, sweet talk ya But ya heard it all before [x4]
In your direction I flash you a cautious look I don’t know what it is exactly but it feels like a Jane Austin look And so for me the situation got the proper look I’m hoping my Jodessey tapes and vegan crepes got you hooked Like I know that they can To you I’d be a devoted man Holding hands; We could even go to Japan My virtues are pretty much old as sand And I’m taking a poetic stance like Guy Pestino The Postal Man Special delivery Pop Punk is dead unlike chivalry I got it so come get with me Sit with me and kiss me intimately I could take you to the Ball of Mist of promenades in the symphony I got that minty leaf I’m already on the third installment And with you in trying to secure my involvement Hot cool vicious game never salted But I got the pepper to pep you up and my rep is never dissolving