Traffic white traffic   Under your desk we all ride   Traffic white traffic   Under your desk we all ride   (cool)      Love you know I got my hand in you   Well it makes you shake and breathe so cool   Traffic white traffic   Under your desk we all ride   Traffic white traffic   Under your desk we all ride      (cool)      It's kinda hard to breathe when you're down there   Images of you in your office wear   My fingers creep above the hem line   We can take it off now 'cause we got time   And you feel like you're gonna die   That's ok 'cause it turns you on   Traffic white traffic. . .      Love you know I got a hand in you and   Makes you shake and makes you breathe so cool   Love it's cool       We can hide there naked through the door way   And you hunt me down on the stairwell   And then you push and shove and choke me down   Woman, take your love out on the ground      And you feel like you're gonna die   But that's ok, 'cause it turns you on, turns you on      Love I can't stop it when I turn you on       Traffic white traffic. . .