I see you workin' through the bead curtain

In you kitchen, switchin', leavin' me twitchin'

I'm itchin' to be kissin' you, but disciplne is the rule

So I sip my orange juice and act cool

She irresistible

We fool around twice a week, makes me weak

Nice, when she put her tongeu in my cheek

Not petite, baby got a large physique

She take charge, take me were I dare not repeat

I got T-T-T-T-like a high hat

Planting kisses on your back

You like that

Mrs X. reputation intact, nobody on my block

Know we lock down like that in the next flat

But one from whre I live with my mum and uncle John

He ain't my uncle an' it's been far too long

But me 'n' she been goin' strong almost a year

Wait til the coast is clear, I don't boast for fear

Of being caught. Maybe w ought to stop, maybe not

For now baby gets all I got. Boom!

How come we always trash the room? Grab ya clothes

Cos ya know someone'll be home soon

An' I assume there'll be a need to explain gently

Why this mother of three is playin' games with me

She's my baby



I'm a slave to your outrage

Rocket box stiff shocks an' a roll cage

Colour coded alloys, much noise, spoilers an' poise

Exhaust notes an antidote for old age

Yes! Yes!

Who got the keys to my R.S. we goin' on a road test

Hit the M4 and head west, forever impressed

With the sound of my two litre, we cover ground

Engine singin' like Anita Baker

An' iff I take a corner too quick y' get sick

When I do my hand-bake trick, watch me ride

Mi broadside slide like a battleship



Side-slip puch out mi hip

Stick it in gear an' give the gas a blip. It

Never fail to bring a grin to the lip, Baby's equipped-