Let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street, he was standin' all shaky, hands all sweaty and he could hardly speak. I might as well take a minute or two, to put you on to some game, you want a boy like him and a man like me and that's just not the same.
Never mind an SMS, what you need is a sweet caress, everybody wanna talk too much, what you need is a special touch. Ooo girl wouldn't that feel right, a little dinner with candle light and really when it comes down to it, pick a man that's down to fight.
(Chorus) I'll give you bonafide lovin' (oh oh oh oh) The type that makes me feel old I'll give you bonafide lovin' (oh oh oh oh) The type that makes me feel old (ow)