Birthday Sex

It's yo' birthday, so I know you want to ride out
Even if we only go to my house
Sip mo-weezy as we sit upon my couch
Feels good, but I know you want to cry out

You say want passion, I think you found it
Get ready for action, don't be astounded
We switching positions, you feel surrounded
Tell me where you want your gift, girl

Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' about your lovin'
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh
Birthday sex, birthday sex (it's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex (it feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)

See you sexy and them jeans got me on tent
One, two, three, think I got you pinned
Don't tap out, fight until the end
Ring that bell, and we gon' start over again
We grinding with passion, 'cause it's yo' birthday
Been at it for hours, I know you thirsty
You kiss me so sweetly, taste just like Hershey's
Just tell me how you want you gift, girl

Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' about your lovin'
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh
Birthday sex, birthday sex (it's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex (it feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)

First, I'm gonna take a dive into the water
Deep, until I know I pleased that body
Or, girl, without a broom, I might just sweep you off your feet
And make you wanna tell somebody, 'body, how I do

Or maybe we can float on top my water bed (yeah)
You close your eyes as I improv' between yo' legs (yo' legs)
We work our way from kitchen stoves and tables
Girl, you know I'm more than able to please, yeah
Say you wanted flowers on the bed (on the bed)
But you got me and hours on the bed

Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' about your lovin'
Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh
Birthday sex, birthday sex (it's the best day of the year, girl)
Birthday sex, birthday sex (it feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy P. Felton, Michael Abram Schultz, Keith Eric James
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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