Текст песни Outro / Sprung On My Booty Call - Che'Nelle

We meet up every Saturday,
Room number seven-o-eight,
He gets the champagne ready,
And I make sure I aint late,
Ready to, once again, explore,
As he begins taking off my clothes,
I could feel my heart racing,
As the time moves along,
Im sprung on my booty call,
I get chills every time he calls,
It doesnt feel right,
But it doesnt feel wrong,
He does more than just turn me on,
Pressing me up against the wall,
He makes sure nothing gets ignored,
My body temperature rises,

I love the passion I see in his eyes,
I could feel the whole word shaking,
As he moves deeper inside,
Its more than just a fantasy,
More than curiosity,
I just want him here with me,
Its not infatuation,
Hes one of Gods creations,
Oh I wish that we could be,
Its more than just a fantasy,
More than curiosity,
I just want him here with me,
Its not infatuation,
Hes one of Gods creations,
Oh I wish that we could be,
* (fading)