Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Now That We're Done, artist - 112. Album song 112, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 26.08.1996
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Now That We're Done |
Ooooohhh! |
Oooo! |
Got to try my best to reach the lowest low |
To a place where no one goes |
If you let me taste your soul |
I’d let you taste my funky emotions |
And I’ll cover you with me |
In a pool of ecstasy |
There’s no place I’d rather be |
Then with you |
Please let me do you again |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Body’s so soft, just can’t stop thinkin' |
You touch me there, what are you thinkin', ooh |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Body’s so soft, just can’t stop thinkin' |
Here comes the sun, now what are you thinkin', ooh |
Lying here on a bed full of trust |
Just don’t fully cover the lust |
Anticipating all of the questions I’ll ask |
Was I strong enough or will I last, I don’t know |
It’s kinda hard to play this right |
These feelings that I have inside |
Is something that I just can’t, can’t hide |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Body’s so soft, just can’t stop thinkin' |
You touch me there, what are you thinkin', ooh |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Body’s so soft, just can’t stop thinkin' |
Here comes the sun, now what are you thinkin', ooh |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Body’s so soft, just can’t stop thinkin' |
You touch me there, what are you thinkin', ooh |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Body’s so soft, just can’t stop thinkin' |
Here comes the sun, now what are you thinkin', ooh |
Do it again |
Can’t believe how this feels |
The feeling is unreal |
I got to know now that we’re done |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Can we do it again and again and again and agian |
112 won’t you help me sing it |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Body’s so soft, just can’t stop thinkin' |
You touch me there, what are you thinkin', ooh |
Now that we’re done, what are you thinkin' |
Body’s so soft, just can’t stop thinkin' |
Here comes the sun, now what are you thinkin', ooh |
Slim Adlib until fade |