Flirting in Space

She batted her eyelids
I gave her my brain
Said, "I prefer head, boy"
Can you say that again?
Baby, I'm always

Flirting in space
Flirting in space
Take me out of the game

She bit on her lip as
I told her my pain
"Are you talking 'bout bread, boy?"
And we laughed on the rain
Baby, I'm always

Flirting in space
Flirting in space
Take me out of the game



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Ward Mullins
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