Seks strap-on

Creeping down your chest, thinking 'bout your tattooed knuckles on the thigh, boy

Cold shower, you got no power to control how I make you my troll

My hips rockin' as we keep it lockin' while the neighbors screamin' even louder

Let me down like you're a rolling reserve, I'm smoking, coming from the oven

I'm a dream girl, this is real love, but you know what they say about me