The windows of his soul cry for affection
All the boy will take is some attention
He plays it like a ladies man
All that smooth talk sprinkled with some cayenne
Pepper, i guess, he likes it spicy and sweet
The touch of his hand and my knees go
Weak, my knees go weak
I say my knees they go…weak
Boy you make me weak
I say my knees go weak, my knees go weak, i say my knees go weak,
Boy you make me..weak
I told mr foxhound, i am no playground
Got my bills to pay, my dreams to aim for,
That's right, get lost
But the dude tickled me ‘till i lowered my guard
For i found him smart, real, wise, witty
What can i say those attributes
Will make my iceberg attitude melt away…
Miss loussy, what did you get yourself into
The boy parades like a rooster, he's a real bulletproof love blocker
I know but he talks and thinks like a philosopher
The touch of his hand and my knees go
Weak, my knees go weak,
My knees go weak, i say my knees they go weak
Boy you make me weak
My knees go weak, my knees go weak
I say my knees go weak
Boy you make, weak
Mr love blocker
Is getting' sweeter and sweeter
The parade is over,
My rooster is a sweet man undercover
And my knees go
Weak
My knees go weak
I say my knees they go weak, boy you make me weak
I say my knees go weak, my knees go weak, oh my knees they go weak
Boy you make me weak