TRP.P - Body

(Hm, you're so nasty)

They've got opinions
But you've got taste
I get the vision
No need to change, no

My hands don't know self control around you
My arms fit the best when they surround you
Fingers trace the grooves that God designed you
I can't wait to find myself inside you
Inside of your

Your body, your body, your body
Your body, your body, your body

These curves are dangerous (Mario Andretti in this bitch, wassup)
But don't be scared (boy don't be scared)
Soft and bodacious
Touch if you dare

You just can't control yourself around me
Your arms can't do nothin but surround me
Tracing all the grooves that god designed me
Love it when you lose yourself inside me
Inside of my

My body, my body, my body
My body, my body, my body

It could be four in the morning
And outside it is pouring
Could be six in the evening
And you know my body's fiendin'
Could be quarter to seven
I'mma have your body begging
So just tell me what you need
Cause I am here to please you and your body

My body (eh-yeah), my body (eh-yeah), my body
I love to tease you (tease you), oh baby
My body (eh-yeah), my body

Written by:
R. Hamilton, T. Russell

Publisher:
Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)

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