Your parents don’t want to hear my name
Baby, don’t lie to them, just tell them the truth
Even if they get mad and act all tough
When they fall asleep, I’ll sneak in through the back
And once inside, I’ll come in from behind
And I’ll have the click-clack in hand, just in case
Your parents don’t want to hear my name
Baby, don’t lie to them, just tell them the truth
Even if they get mad and act all tough
When they fall asleep, I’ll sneak in through the back
And once inside, I’ll come in from behind
And I’ll have the click-clack in hand, just in case
She doesn’t turn, but she does bend, you’re a posh girl from the hood
It’s not my birthday, but blow
And make a wish, because things are charged here
You set the rules
I’ll put my fingers in you and cover your mouth
If you don’t want it at home, I’ll do it in the truck
Your dad doesn’t want to see me, no, and I’ll do it just to get to you
I’ll stop acting bad, even though it’s clear I don’t
He knows I carry it for you
And you get wet when you feel it in my jeans
I know your dad hates me, like Jasmine’s dad
And that’s why I’m going to give it to you harder, even though
Your parents don’t want to hear my name
Baby, don’t lie to them, just tell them the truth
Even if they get mad and act all tough
When they fall asleep, I’ll sneak in through the back
And once inside, I’ll come in from behind
And I’ll have the click-clack in hand, just in case
If they won’t let me in, give me phone sex
Your mom met your dad dancing exotically, how ironic
Seems like she likes it when I talk rough and bad
When I turn down the lights, put on Ñengo, and bring out the liquor
And that’s when I don’t want to leave, your reflection on the ceiling, your hair all messed up
If I hear the keys, my chest stops, I left halfway, but satisfied
Baby, what connects us can’t be touched, it’s sensory
That’s why I end up drunk in your doorway
They were right, I don’t know how to behave
But I’ve got the click-clack, just in case
Your parents don’t want to hear my name
Baby, don’t lie to them, just tell them the truth
Even if they get mad and act all tough
When they fall asleep, I’ll sneak in through the back
And once inside, I’ll come in from behind
And I’ll have the click-clack in hand, just in case