Work me over til' your mine and it's summer and will dine where it's warmer than Dubai
And get high and talk about how nobody could be this fly
In my jacket
Ma-1
Where you lie
Where I lie
Right beside you and rocket you to good night
Bill Nye the science guy couldn't recla**ify this
I hold you tighter than them knots all in your stomach
Them bu*terflies that arise when we up and loving-
Cooler heads will prevail when you down and struggling
I calmly stroke your back like it's not an option
I advance into your legs like it's my promotion
Twelve strokes
I triple time it like I'm Danny Ocean
And...that's how we get to floating
We could debate if I could stroke it like I'm Rafael
But all them forehands break you off well and well..
It's not easy diving in to that well and well
I make it pop, you wake your neighbours, now that's well and well
If it's all about the numbers, then I'm surely swell-
Cause it's Avril 2 and I'll be sure you