Butterboy

He was hard as a rock, but i was ready to roll
what a shock to find out, i was in control of the situation
i didn't need no time or destination.
He said “say you look divine, have i met you before?”
i said “your place or mine?”, it's getting hard to be sure, of an invitation
in these times of casual, quick relations
Chorus
go, baby, go
get it on boy, show what you know
oh, there's a fire down below
so go baby, go!
it doesn't matter to me
He thought i'd be impressed by his rotating bed
such a woman suppressed surely needs to be led
to complete elation
and i've had my share of conversation
Chorus
go, baby, go
get it on boy, show what you know
oh, there's a fire down below
so go baby, go!
it doesn't matter to me; no, no, no
He had four on the floor, and i was ready to clutch
i said “give me some more”,
he said “you're too much
for my inclination. and i've had my share of invitations” (or imitations)
Chorus
go, baby, go
get it on boy,
show what you know
oh, there's a fire down below
so go baby, go!
it doesn't matter to me; no, no
Oh, butterboy!
Go, baby, go
get it on boy,
show what you know
oh, there's a fire down below
so go baby, go!
it doesn't matter to me; no, no, no
Repeat