T. Mills

I got a girl but she ain't home, you want it huh? Just come on over.
You ain't gotta go, she ain't gotta know.
You want it huh, me too, now come on over.
The light's down, the radio's on, playing my song, let me sing it for you.
The tape's in, the camera's on,
We gone be here till the morn, I got a thing for you.
It ain't wrong if I make it feel right.
I'ma have you my way, you can fill my appetite.
You make me say..

Chorus x 2
You so scandalous you so you so scandalous
You so scandalous but damn that pussy glamorous

I dish it out you eat it up,
no loving we just fucking, yeah, beat it up.
With me around it's a wrap I get that blood pumping call me Mr. Cardiac.
The doors locked, the blinds are shut,
Let me ask you what, I got a question for you.
Let's go again I'm talkin round two we gone be here till the morn I got a thing for you.
It ain't wrong if you make it feel right.
I'ma have you my way, you can fill my appetite.
You make me say...

Chorus x 2
You so scandalous you so you so scandalous
You so scandalous but damn that pussy glamorous

Light a candle it's a scandal
Yeah we water gating
Sheets wetter than a fucking water bed breaking
I pull your hair, yeah you like it rough
I'm patient girl, you tell me when you've had enough
I got my girl we are just some signs, but you a center fold
Thank you for the ride,
Come on baby do it to me one more time.
I'm runnin through it like a stop sign

Chorus x 4
You so scandalous you so you so scandalous
You so scandalous but damn that pussy glamorous