Whistle at me as you ride your bike down Cherry Street
Oh, you're very sweet
We spend two days with nothing on
But cassette tapes from '93
Boy, my joy's in your skin, boy
When we get to talking, boy
I really want it, boy
All of my real filthy dreams come true
When I pull you in the bar bathroom
Oh, boy, I like your tongue in my mouth
Oh, boy, I like my back on your couch
Oh, boy, come on and put my anxious heart to rest
Boy boy, boy boy
Boy boy, boy boy
Don't tell me nah, pull down your draws
Don't take no calls (oh boy)
Pussy what you saw, you can have it all
And hit it raw (any time)
I don't call it moving fast (fast)
Now come fuck me in the ass (ass)
Your dick brightened up my day (yes)
Like a camera on flash (flash)
Frustrated I'm not the one that you want
We only be fuckin' like once every month
Why am I stuck on you? I must be drunk
When I got niggas trickin' like you got punked
But I picked you to be my boy, boy
So can I bounce on your face like boing, boing
The dick hard every time I'm around it
Once he see me I swear it won't go out
Like it's grounded
All of my real filthy dreams come true
When I pull you in the bar bathroom
Oh, boy, I like your tongue in my mouth
Oh, boy, I like my back on your couch
Oh, boy, come on and put my anxious heart to rest
Oh, boy, I like your tongue in my mouth
Oh, boy, I like my back on your couch
Oh, boy, come on and put my anxious heart to rest
Boy boy, boy boy
Boy boy, boy boy
Boy boy, boy boy
Boy boy, boy boy
Boy, my joy's in your skin, boy
When we get to talking, boy
I really want it, boy