Let's Talk About Sex

Come on

Let's talk about sex, baby
Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about all the good things
And the bad things that may be
Let's talk about sex
Let's talk about sex
Let's talk about sex
Let's talk about sex

Let's talk about sex for now to the people at home or in the crowd
It keeps coming up anyhow
Don't decoy, avoid, or make void the topic
Cuz that ain't gonna stop it
Now we talk about sex on the radio and video shows
Many will know anything goes
Let's tell it how it is, and how it could be
How it was, and of course, how it should be
Those who think it's dirty have a choice
Pick up the needle, press pause, or turn the radio off
Will that stop us, pep? i doubt it
All right then, come on, spin

Hot to trot, make any man's eyes pop
She use what she got to get whatever she don't got
Fellas drool like fools, but then again they're only human
The chick was a hit because her body was boomin'
Gold, pearls, rubies, crazy diamonds
Nothin' she ever wore was ever common
Her dates heads of state, men of taste
Lawyers, doctors, no one was too great for her to get with
Or even mess with, the prez she says was next on her list
And believe me, you, it's as good as true
There ain't a man alive that she couldn't get next to
She had it all in the bag so she should have been glad
But she was mad and sad and feelin' bad
Thinkin' about the things that she never had
No love, just sex, followed next with a check and a note
That last night was dope

Let's talk about sex, baby (sing it)
Let's talk about you and me (sing it, sing it)
Let's talk about all the good things
And the bad things that may be
Let's talk about sex (come on)
Let's talk about sex (do it)
Let's talk about sex (uh-huh)
Let's talk about sex

Ladies, all the ladies, louder now, help me out
Come on, all the ladies - let's talk about sex, all right
(repeat)

What We have here is a subject of contreversy
a 3 letter word some regard as a curse see
he may veen and have a wet dream
because he seen a teen in tight jeans
what makes somebody act like that is bilogical
but he going and getting in those jeans is diabolical
but of course he does it and she gets some rap
and before you even know it they jump in the sack
as a metter of fact sometimes its like that
but anyways
ready or not here he comes and like a dumb son of a gun
woops! he forgot the condum
oh well you say, what the hell?
just chill
i wont get caught im on the pill
until the sword pours his drawers down your drawers
he gave it to you now its all yours

x4



Credits
Writer(s): Fingerprints, Herbie E. Azor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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