Boy, can you keep a secret? I know I'm the one you can't have I know that I am your weakness If you wanna play, I'll call you backIf you want the star treatment You could find another girl for that I'm a flirt, it's not a secret Wait a sec', I'll hit you right backAnd now, with the pearls in my hair Hands up and I'll ride you on the chair Hands tied, don't tell them that I'm dirty At the shoot, you were stunned, head turningMove it up and down like a cobra Then you said that I Iike 'em older Now I see she's got a type I let her slide for tonightNow you're open I know I'm potent Boy Boy Boy BoyPretty women on Sunset Plenty women on Fig Everybody get lonely Baby wanna get litShe don't wanna get married But she wanna get rich Late-night lover Cum on this, ayyWhat can make you wanna get away? Tie the ribbon in the sky and watch it drift away Cupid shot and hit your heart, it didn't ricochet Now we're getting into something, live the HemingwayYeah, ain't no giving you the runaround Get inside, I'm feeling high, I'm never coming down What you trippin' on? How the summer sound? Put it in a song, put it in your— yeah
