Go on, it's over I'll be right here, I'll be right here I'll be here for you When the lights go down, and the stars come out Under stars girl, underwater, when you can't breathe When it's past three in the morning and you can't sleep When your heart

Come on baby, girl come on Let a real one take the wheel Cruise out of the town in a rental The same in the silence crescendo But you the only one I miss 'Cause you the only one I Summer's over, and I feel the same way you do You don't want a lazy lover

I'm in love with your body Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I Come on, be my baby, come on I'm in love with the shape of you Every day discovering something brand new Come on now, follow my lead Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like

This song's for you There's a million pretty girls all over Come on, eh, eh, eh What I gotta do to get you into my life? I could be your bad boy or baby I could be nice I would give you all the stars If you give me the night Been all around the world And

I'm hangin' halfway off the balcony Overthinkin' 'cause my job is way more than a salary Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy I realized when it comes to girls That chemistry means way more than anatomy She mad at me, she been mad at

Come on, be my baby, come on I'm in love with the shape of you Come on now, follow my lead I'm in love with your body Every day discovering something brand new Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me I may be crazy,

Everybody wants to ride So get up and come over And get off when I am done So bring your daisy chain Come on girl on your knees Bow down like your starting to pray Come on little girl when you're riding me Everybody knows how you sex me dirty I know

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street

Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up Soon he will open the door Don't think because there's a ring on your finger You needn't try any more For wives should always be lovers too I'm warning you

Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors True colors, true colors These are the questions of a new lover These are confessions of a new lover So if I love you It'd be just for you So when I'm touching you Can I trust