You taste like paradise to me,
you beg on your hands and your knees.
I like when you act on how you think,
sloppy wet like it's pink.
Fast or a smooth ride,
and I can make your whole night.
I can handle that if you can drive,
but you'll be tapping on the brake lights.
Like I died and went to Heaven,
about ten minutes past eleven
when you're telling me, "breath easy,"
but your mouth knows how to please me.
No one gets what I need from you when
you touch me like you usually do.
Hold me like I'm built for you, made for you, spend days with you.
Don't wanna quit on you,
Just sloppy wet like it's spit from you.