| When you come tonight, squeeze me tight
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| Hold me close, kiss my cheek, caress my soul
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| Take good care, stroke my hair, make me blush
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| Go so deep that my mind is fogged
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| You know it’s been some time since I’ve tried guys this young
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| Not too many of 'em are honest
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| But he holds it down, stands his ground, play his move
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| Doesn’t rush to get into my body
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| And that’s that shit that I like, like, like, like, like
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| A man who can open my mind, a man who can open mind
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| Is it wrong that I really, really, really, really want you?
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| And there’s no need to ask, you feel it too
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| Do you, do you, do you feel it?
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| Do you, do you, do you mean it?
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| Do you, do you, do you feel it?
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| Do you, do you
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| So come tonight, run the lights, say your close
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| Fuck these hoes, I want your time
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| Tees and sweats, hair’s a mess, Netflix’s on
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| Still your eyes are glued to mine
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| You understand me, and it’s all I need
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| And that’s that shit that like, like, like, like, like
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| A man who can open my mind, a man who can open my mind
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| Is it wrong that I really, really, really, really want you?
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| And there’s no need to ask, you feel it too
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| Are you here to rescue me?
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| Are you here to go and get a check with me?
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| Are you here to pillow talk?
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| Or are you here to bounce and pull out when this shit get hard?
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| Are you here to make shit right
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| Are you here to loan me your chest when I cry at night?
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| Are you here to set me up, get me hyped, turn around and just leave my life?
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| I told him that’s that shit that I’m used to
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| Don’t blame me for my issues
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| He know deep inside I really wanna have him
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| The little things what makes him so attractive
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| Got him opening and holding doors
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| Touching me in places like a tourist
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| That’s that shit that I like
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| A man who can open my mind
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| That’s that shit that I like
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| A man who can open my mind |