R-rated, wink wink 😈
We’ve done this song and dance before
There’s no rhyme or reason
Where to go when there’s no trust left?
’Cuz it always ends in treason
(Ok so I can rhyme, but I still can’t reason)
So what, it’s hotter than tabasco
We ain’t making no love
We’re fucking for fiasco
Well, you do fuck good
Guess I could use a break from spinsterhood
I hate how you said you knew I would
Told myself to keep my pants on
20 minutes in the same room, and they be gone
Yeah, this is not a new phenomenon
Ok, so you still got that power
That’s what you do, seduce and deflower
(I should know better)
You are a walking talking pussy-getter
Yeah, and you fuck good
I tried to ban you from my hood
Guess you came back ‘cuz you knew you could
Alright, so maybe I’ve missed you
A little more than I’ve dissed you
(You know I got a mouth for more than blow-jobs)
To be honest I view most men as horny dogs
Oh, well I’m a bitch
Can’t believe you still sign up for this
Maybe we both should reminisce
You still a dog, I’m still that bitch
But hey, we fuck good
Maybe ignorance is bliss
Maybe it will work if we just don’t talk
and limit it to letting the bed rock
Maybe I should try electroconvulsive therapy to forget all about your cock
Or maybe we both need pants with a padlock
So what, it’s hotter than tabasco
We ain’t making no love
We’re fucking for fiasco
We’re fucking for fiasco!
Well, here we are
Two natural disasters in the same room
A tsunami and a cyclone
On our way to our doom
Just stopping by the bedroom
A tsunami and a cyclone..
Damn you still make me moan
Every time that we bone
and now I can’t remember
what it was like to be alone
’Cuz yes sir you fuck good
I thought I was OK with my spinsterhood
Hate how you said you knew I would
Just because we can doesn’t mean that we should
Ah, but then again you do fuck good!
Forgot all about keeping my pants on
You’re a wizard, one touch and they gone
Yeah, this is not a new phenomenon
Well, here’s the words that will burst the bubble:
’Cuz you and me babe, we’re nothing but trouble
But before you walk out that door, just make sure and fuck me double
So what, it’s hotter than tabasco
We ain’t making no love, nah!
Ain’t making no babies, hah!
We’re fucking for fiasco
For fiasco, wooh!
