What's wrong with admitting I think about you
A little more than a little bit
What's wrong with saying that I really want to
I wanna know if you want to get closer
Or keep things this way
Flirting in an innocent shade of gray
Hey, I don't mind
Hey, I don't mind
Bang, bang... bang
Bang, bang, bang... bang, bang
Maybe on Saturday we meet for coffee
Or anything that you got in mind
And if we're still together on Sunday
We can take it as a good sign of true chemistry and we're
Up on a road to discovering something
Hey, I don't mind
Hook
She said she wants your anaconda
She want it proper, made an offer
Said ba-baby take me up like Norman Connors
Don't wanna take it too far
If you fail it's who fault
Eat that humble pie like it was rhubarb
And open relationship
You thought you could take the shit
'Til you found out she's more open than you are
Outta pocket like a cue ball
Out here staying single for a shingle when you could have tore her roof off
