sugar coated afrodesiacs   we took two with a glass of water, now we melt to liquid   dripping past slow easy access, stars clear up   she takes me for a ride like a little cowgirl with a fifth of liqour as a stirrup   as i lick up chocolate syrup, from her inside thigh   ohoaw peaches, inside i'm speachless      it's feeling filthy (2x)   her tongue in a kiss, my hands on her hips, frivolously speaking for our lips      tripping balls, dripping salt (3x) i shook her sugary legs      she doesn't ask, insisting   wondering if feel anything yet, whether or not it's hit me   slipping past any sort of velvet rope chastity   my tongue can't talk a word, no way to make this awkward in this fast city   lingerie glowing in the dark, i'll give the lace a pull   set a quicker pace, she is irreplacable      it's feeling filthy (2x)   her tongue in a kiss, my hands on her hips, frivolously speaking for our lips   tripping balls, dripping salt (3x), i shook her sugary legs