Tingle
Every time I look into your pretty little eyes, baby!
I find my fire burning deep down inside!
Just one look, that tingle in my nerve
I just wanna study you and every little curve, baby!
Let me be the student and you the professor
Put on your reading glasses, it's time to play dress up
Once we're both in character, we won't mess up
I'm tingling, thinking of fingering each answer out
Any chance of doubt is steadily dwindling
I watch you prance about in your blouse, eating Entenmann's
So sexy, you're my powdered pastry
Blowing me sugar kisses, you never cease to amaze me
You're my prime rib highness, one of the finest
Cuts of meat to strut the street in silence
I'm just Linus with my blanket, walking mindless
Perhaps I need a spanking for disregarding your kindness, ouch!
I didn't intend to strike a nerve
Just trying to be a nice guy with a quiet concern
You're my meat and potatoes with the spices that burn!
Take a seat at the table, I'm gonna wine and dine the shit out of you
Every time I look into your pretty little eyes, baby!
I find my fire burning deep down inside!
Just one look, that tingle in my nerve
I just wanna study you and every little curve, baby!
After a full belly, combined with a drink or two
My heart'll turn to jelly, let me tell you what I think of you
Turn your head around
Let me see that modelistic set of sunsets caressing your center brow
I think you know where we're headed now
Back to my Tempurpedic, pressure treated bed to mess around
I jump out the bathroom, dressed like a clown
You take one look at my shoes and then you know we're getting down
Let my Mickey-Mouse hands touch those sexy, brown strands
I've got a trick up my sleeve and a gun in my pants
Playing baby roulette, packing bullets in a surplus
Love making so intense, its like fires at the circus
You like my attire? The proof is in the purchase
I bought it just for you through tireless Google searches
Wireless web cam attached to the bed-stand
We'll have a million fans by morning
Every time I look into your pretty little eyes, baby!
I find my fire burning deep down inside!
Just one look, that tingle in my nerve
I just wanna study you and every little curve, baby!
I find my fire burning deep down inside!
Just one look, that tingle in my nerve
I just wanna study you and every little curve, baby!
Let me be the student and you the professor
Put on your reading glasses, it's time to play dress up
Once we're both in character, we won't mess up
I'm tingling, thinking of fingering each answer out
Any chance of doubt is steadily dwindling
I watch you prance about in your blouse, eating Entenmann's
So sexy, you're my powdered pastry
Blowing me sugar kisses, you never cease to amaze me
You're my prime rib highness, one of the finest
Cuts of meat to strut the street in silence
I'm just Linus with my blanket, walking mindless
Perhaps I need a spanking for disregarding your kindness, ouch!
I didn't intend to strike a nerve
Just trying to be a nice guy with a quiet concern
You're my meat and potatoes with the spices that burn!
Take a seat at the table, I'm gonna wine and dine the shit out of you
Every time I look into your pretty little eyes, baby!
I find my fire burning deep down inside!
Just one look, that tingle in my nerve
I just wanna study you and every little curve, baby!
After a full belly, combined with a drink or two
My heart'll turn to jelly, let me tell you what I think of you
Turn your head around
Let me see that modelistic set of sunsets caressing your center brow
I think you know where we're headed now
Back to my Tempurpedic, pressure treated bed to mess around
I jump out the bathroom, dressed like a clown
You take one look at my shoes and then you know we're getting down
Let my Mickey-Mouse hands touch those sexy, brown strands
I've got a trick up my sleeve and a gun in my pants
Playing baby roulette, packing bullets in a surplus
Love making so intense, its like fires at the circus
You like my attire? The proof is in the purchase
I bought it just for you through tireless Google searches
Wireless web cam attached to the bed-stand
We'll have a million fans by morning
Every time I look into your pretty little eyes, baby!
I find my fire burning deep down inside!
Just one look, that tingle in my nerve
I just wanna study you and every little curve, baby!
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Writer(s): Adam Drew, Tim Stiles
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