Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off her dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God she was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch her skin.

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any girl you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me! Boy I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? No, you know it will always just be me.