Like a moth she moves to the red light Her blood warms and boils there She skims the sweat like a new milk And pops the buttons off her wet blouse Oh Queen of the Night Well she is deep inside She is haunting me (All of her soft parts call to me

Never, never found me a girl Ain't no love, baby Not my babies love It's like burning fire Oh, shut up in my bones I got to say it Ain't no lonely days (lonely days) And no lonely nights (lonely nights) And everything she does you know the girls alright

More mess on my thing I'm done with waiting, waiting, oh I'm done with waiting, waiting, waiting, oh The hard times have been the longest battle for me (oh oh, hey yo) But freedom's inside, it's time to take what I need (oh oh, hey yo) Na-na-na-na (woo!)

These Mexican minutes get longer and longer We're down to the worm in the bottle The chips and the salsa are gone Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico" We're two days south of the border Feeling too good to care why As the days goes by Up in the city

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, been wishin' for you Tryna do what lovers do ooh Say say say, hey hey now baby Tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not? I'll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not? You

Ooh oh, ooh oh Hip-Hop in the summer (What? What? What?) Don't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?) Be my undercover lover, babe, hmm (What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah, what? What? What?) High tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?) Don't

I can't even concentrate Baby, I'll do anything you want Lock me down like I'm your slave 'Cause ooh, when you're done with me Make music when you're moanin', from night until the morning Just tell me when you're ready And I'mma paint your body with my

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

I'm on that good kush and alcohol I got some down bitches I can call I don't know what I would do without y'all I'm gon' ball til the day I fall Yeah, long as my bitches love me (yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater I can give a fuck 'bout no

Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough