Little Something Called Love

I found my treasure, my gold
She damn right pick pocketed my soul
As she walked on by
I didn't even try yeah
Suddenly my heart became my brain
Got a little bit of sunshine in my veins
Yeah I'm feeling good
Any real man would yeah
I'm so hopped up on your sweet spot sugar
I don't want a leave saying
Shoulda, coulda, woulda without you
Just something about you baby
JD on the rocks fire up that kitchen
Table for two
A little tip, a little tasty with you girl
But what I need is

A little something called love
Baby let me show you a little thing or two About making love
Cook you breakfast in the morning
If you want me to
Oh love
Excuse me miss but
I think you stole my eyes
And I'll be singing the blues
If you don't take me home tonight

You got me all jittery
When you say my name
The way your touch feels
Makes me clinically insane
You're the only thing that's
Ever on my brain
That's no lie
You've gotta smile
That pulls the strings of my heart
Body damn struck me from the very start
This will never fall apart
We don't gotta try
Girl you flyer than a plane
Over Athens, Greece
I love it when you smile and
You spread them cheeks and
When I talk to you
I know everything's alright
Those eyes they reassure
Without making sound
In the evening say
I'm gonna take you down
I wanna wake up with you
Talk about the things we did last night

There's something called love
Baby let me show you a little thing or two About making love
Cook you breakfast in the morning
If you want me to
Oh love
Excuse me miss but
I think you stole my eyes
And I'll be singing the blues
If you don't take me home tonight

You know you bad hun
I know you see me watching you
While you dancin'
I know you know I'm gonna ask you
Where you man hun?
And you gon' tell me that
You're with your girls and I'm handsome
That's the routine but I ain't routine
Stuntin' like a king
And I can make you queen
I could show you things that
You've probably never seen
I picture me and you
On the cover of every magazine
You gotta cute face, long hair, you got style
Come home with me
I promise I'll make it worth your while
I can't wait to see them say wow cause
We make a pretty pair and
I'm livin' in the now
So now I need you to
Make that right choice
I saw your smile once you
First heard my voice
I've got time if you wanna give me yours
Let's skip the next round
Hit the crib, fast forward

There's something called love
Baby let me show you a little thing or two About making love
Cook you breakfast in the morning
If you want me to
Oh love
Excuse me miss but
I think you stole my eyes
And I'll be singing the blues
If you don't take me home tonight



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Patrick Hornibrook, Joseph Michael Murphy, Matthew Robert Bosco, Mark Altamuro
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