Sleeping in my bed at night
Tell her, turn the lights down low
Trying to figure out my mind
She always wonder where I go.
Tell her, Good music, coming home with a pocket full of tulips.
She want to point a finger at me, no excuses.
Trying end up in that pussy like two lips.
She want it off, my head.
Want it off, my head, my head
Can we both, forget
Baby I don't know.
Want me more or less
Want me more or less, or less
Is it all for sex?
Baby, I hope so.
So tell me what you want, what you really really want.
I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me.
So tell me what you want from me. oh
I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck.
You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me.
So tell me what you want from me. ohh
(Continues to repeat the same pattern from there on out.)