You the smoke of my cig i’m the steam of your coffee

I love being with an artist because you dream and you draw me

We either listen to bb king or watch bob ross

When i’m bed with you, you make me feel like a mob boss

My body surfs through the waves of your hair

You misbehave, you’re a rave, you got flavor and flair

It all started out when i gave you the stare

This is shaping up to be one of my favorite affairs

You ran off but came back with a fire fly

Love is a drug i’m always searching for a higher high

In the park, we french kiss on the benches

Massaging my temples and manipulation my senses

Not thinking bout the exit, in life’s left lane

Hit up coney island swigging whiskey on the F train

I can tell that it’s more than just the sex thing

We know what we got there’s no need to explain

Honey in your eyes

Sun on your skin

Flamingos in your lips

Rain up in your kiss

When you lick me with your tongue, it makes my eyes roll back

You’re full of colors, my soul is full of black

Got my tongue in ya mouth while i’m flicking your bean

You and your dirty thoughts i’m just licking them clean

Most of the time we’re doin nothin but we’re naked

I don’t what this is but its something and it’s sacred

We didn’t do a lot today

We stayed in the cave tomorrow we’ll go to Rockaway

Laying in bed, blowing off plans

Fingering you on the subway while i’m holding your hand

Fine gypsy, wine tipsy

69 in the year 1960

Summer in New York of course we gettin sweaty

On the roof with a loofa, rain feel like confetti

A couple romantics sharing the same spaghetti

Drinking beers by the pier feet dangling off the jetty

My tongue tickling your clitoris

That thang tastes like licorice

Honey in your eyes

Sun on your skin

Flamingos in your lips

Rain up in your kiss

When you lick me with your tongue, it makes my eyes roll back

You’re full of colors, my soul is full of black