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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trina
Trina
Vocals
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Qwote
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy Leonard
Jimmy Leonard
Songwriter
Katrina L Taylor
Katrina L Taylor
Songwriter
Reginald Saunders
Reginald Saunders
Songwriter
S. Obas
S. Obas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
S. Obas
S. Obas
Producer

Lyrics

Hi, this is Trina And I stand at five two One hundred and twenty-five pounds Beautiful light gray eyes Long, black curly hair that hangs down to the middle of my back And right now, I'm home alone And I'm looking to try something new So if you're listening, why don't you leave me a message? Take your hands, and close your eyes And picture me Touchin' ya thighs Do you feel Your body next to me? I'm in ya mind, but physically It feels so real, when we're on the phone The way you talk, and the way you moan I put your body to the test It's not a fantasy, but it's phone sex What's your description? I told you mine I was feelin' real horny, called the party line This dude sounded so good, I ain't wastin' time I'mma just take my clothes off and just go for mine The way that he was talkin' and describin his self I pictured Reggie Bush, I ain't sayin nothin' else My eyes closed tight on the livin' room couch One hand in my (uhh), puttin' fingers in my mouth Cheatin' on my man, I'm gettin' my freak on Long as it ain't real, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong Just a dirty fantasy on the football field Me laid in the grass, moanin', lovin' how it feel Pullin' my hair, bitin' my lip, throwin' it back, thrustin' my hips Pourin' champagne down, he takin' sweet sips Now we 'bout to climax, he just took me on a trip, ahhh The next day I called the party line again I was lookin' for that voice, that's when I bumped in A thug that sounded like Trick to me, you should've heard that nasty fantasy He made me see, us in a school house I was the last student left, I was 'bout to walk out He said bend over, show him a shot In my private school skirt, so aroused I got Hard as a missile, I blew on his whistle Role-playing back and forth, he said I can't dismiss you Asked me can I kiss you, then I got wet This phone-bone thing gettin' better than sex Don't need protection, everything's safe I even let him spank me, I came on his I know he was so amazed to hear me cum on the phone We wasn't playin' no games, we was gettin' it on, ahh Do you feel me baby? Sexin' your body? Touchin' you softly? Makin' you want it? Go 'head and close your eyes Put your hands on ya thighs, let's fantasize, from the other end of the line
Writer(s): Reginald Saunders, Katrina Taylor, Jimmy Leonard, Steve Obas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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