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