LYRIC

When your hands rub against me
I rub against you
Like a fast runer runing
I fall between you

Thongs in your drawers
Bras in your closet
I look around and
Our baby's posit.

Wanna make love with me?
I wanna make love with you.
I wanna make a baby.
Oh, I wanna make love with you, yeah.

You and me
And our baby.
Boy our girl?
Son or daighter?
We're gonna have a wedding.
A shotgun weddding.
Because I love you.
Because I love you!

[Chorus x2]

Thongs in your closet!
Ooohh… Bras in in your drawers!
I want you more!
In bed all alone!

We'll have so much fun!
Oh, so much fun!
I rub your ass,
And you rub mine.

Bare naked,
Under the covers.
Our baby's being made!

[Chorus:]

Ooooh thongs in your closet!
Oooh our baby's being made!
Bras in your drawers,
Our baby's being made..!
[Repeat untill fade]

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