It could ever make me, think about leaving home
I can't help myself your lovin bout to drive me mad
One more night like last night, I might have to pack my bags
Bout to make me leave home boy
Got my mind so
Gettin together with this love, boy it just ain't right
I ain't got the strength to turn a good lovin loose
But I never met a man in my life who could whoop it to me like you do
Bout to make me leave home boy
Got a taste of forbidden fruit
And I can't turn it loose
What is this good thing you carry around with you
That makes a girl want to act a fool
Got that love technique that really really cracks me up
Seeing you once or twice a week, boy it just ain't enough.
