Слова:
Michele Chrisette

You're who I desire, you light my fire With every kiss you take me higher Feeling like you're loving I just cannot resist There's something that's making

What can really make a man No gold or money, clips and honey Dips don't make a brother know No don't make a brother golden What can really make a man

Walked down the sidewalk Starin' at your feet Wishin' my steps were longer So by your sides I could keep Hold your hand much bigger Never wanted mine

Talk about a man's lips Talk about a man's hands Talk about a man's eyes Talk about a woman's lips Talk about a woman's breast Talk about a woman's thighs

What's your definition of it? How's it make you feel? Tell me what'd you say that truly makes it real Kings and queens, philosophers have tried so hard

I can't say it's easy feeling the way I do, now I can't say it's simple being so into you, no, no Some may say I'm crazy, I may say that's true I can

(And then it comes to me like an epiphany) It's Over Over It?s over Over. [Verse 1:] Second night in a row You didn't come home I'm watching my phone

Time don't stop and wait for pain Pain does fade away in time Guess it all was just a game When you gave your heart and I gave mine I'm okay, I'm just

Naturally, you and me, we have a bit of jealousy I might ask, "Why she call?", you might ask, "Who is he?" But I can never think of letting go Ain't no