Fever - Sex Chill
Composed by：Eddie Cooley/John Davenport
There's things that you guess
And things that you know
There's boys that you can trust
And girls that you don't
There's little things you hide
And little things that you show
Sometimes you think you're gonna get it
But you don't and that's just the way it goes
I swear I won't tease you won't tell you no lies
I don't need no bible just look in my eyes
I've waited so long baby now that we're friends
Every man's got his patience and here's where my ends
I want your sex
I want your love
I want your sex
I want your sex
It's playing on my mind
It's dancing on my soul
It's taken so much time
So why don't you just let me go
I swear I won't tease you won't tell you no lies
I don't need no bible just look in my eyes
I've waited so long baby now that we're friends
Every man's got his patience and here's where my ends
I want your sex
I want your love
I want your sex
I want your sex sex
It's natural it's chemical chemical chemical
But most of all all
What's your definition of dirty baby
What do you consider pornography
Don't you know I love it 'til it hurts me baby
Don't you think it's time you had sex with me
I want your sex
I want your
I want your sex
I want your sex
I want you my life
I want your sex
I want to sex you
I want your
Drack did for my
I want your sex
I'm lover lover
I want your sex
