And you got down for that
You started playing and you lost
Maybe it was my kisses' fault
When you were on your way out
I was already on my way back
Sometimes I deny that I like you
But drunk I always confess it
I took you from zero to a hundred
And what I want, babe, you want it too
Baby, the street calls me
And I'm still here in your bed
Don't fight me over stupid sh*t
If we only see each other sometimes
I know that I have a bad rep
But it's not that much drama
My name shows up everywhere for you
We can meet today, how's that sound?
It's been a couple months
And we don't even follow each other
That a*s pops up for me everywhere
I know you remember that night in Argentina
That we did it even in the kitchen
If you want, I'll sing to you
And we'll use the bed as a stage
I'll steal you again and kill you in bed
Every classy kitty has her thug
And oof, your attitude fascinates me
That cute face of yours puts me in the mood
To turn on the AC and turn off the light
I've got the tank full for you
(Baby, the street calls me
And I'm still here in your bed
Don't fight me over stupid sh*t
If we only see each other sometimes
I know that I have a bad rep
But it's not that much drama
My name shows up everywhere for you
We can meet today, how's that sound?)