I can see you with my hands
And touch you with my soul
I can hear you with my heart
And kiss you with a glance
I don’t care about your past
The past is stepped over and the bed
I put all my senses into it
And I activate sex when you call, oh-oh-oh
More understanding and less drama, oh-oh-oh
Together we don’t win for the bed, your body full of drool
They ask through the window if we’re okay
Baby, let me touch you, smell you, hear you, taste you
See you from behind and in front
People say I’m not the same as before
We keep the gangster flow
And I’d rather go blind than deaf
Touching, I’m able to see your big behind
I like it because you reach with your tongue to your elbow
And you don’t call me by my nickname
I don’t care about your past
The past is stepped over and the bed
I put all my senses into it
And I activate sex when you call, oh-oh-oh
More understanding and less drama, oh-oh-oh
Together we don’t win for the bed, your body full of drool
They ask through the window if we’re okay