Cinnamon curls and ginger skin
Look what a mess I am in Hey Searching his manhood with my hand
He is so young in my command And he smells like love
(Smells like love) Oh Oh Oh I don't trust it a bit He tastes like love
(Tastes like love) I don't believe it Oh Oh Oh Mhm, hey And then his color is aqua-blue
(Color) So when I'm with I speak the truth
He plays the delicate strings And my woman crumbles when he sings
'Cause He sounds like love
(Sounds like love) He feels like love
(Feels like love) I don't believe it