Lyrics:

Allow me to drop spoken word verbs
That burn like herbs mixed with desire
Cold from fear? come here and I`ll breathe you fire
Till you dripping wet of sweat
We form puddles in the bottom of our heart is of a storm cloud set
Can you feel me yet? and you can bet it`s more real than any feels of gold could imply
When I whisper sweet nothing so sweet while your eyes close in concentration
Dedicated to these new founds infatuation with what I spit
We giggle `cause I haven`t even written it yet
The style came so free that I started getting it the split second before I gave
And now it was just the 2 of us here to savour this moment
And save our savour our spear chocolate end
`Cause I detect that you may respect it
The same reverse that I do
Rhyme pro sounded the high core
You want it? I`m on it, `cause I think I might like you
And you like this you know something I find it odd
I kiss you up to God as I thank you for you and all you do
Angie Stone, we love you.