We meet up every Saturday,
Room number seven-o-eight,
He gets the champagne ready,
And I make sure I ain't late,
Ready to, once again, explore,
As he begins taking off my clothes,
I could feel my heart racing,
As the time moves along,
[Chorus: x2]
I'm sprung on my booty call,
I get chills every time he calls,
It doesn't feel right,
But it doesn't feel wrong,
He does more than just turn me on,
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Pressing me up against the wall,
He makes sure nothing gets ignored,
My body temperature rises,
As he wears nothing at all,
He's keeping me satisfied,
I love the passion I see in his eyes,
I could feel the whole word shaking,
As he moves deeper inside,
[Chorus x2]
It's more than just a fantasy,
More than curiosity,
I just want him here with me,
It's not infatuation,
He's one of God's creations,
Oh I wish that we could be,
It's more than just a fantasy,
More than curiosity,
I just want him here with me,
It's not infatuation,
He's one of God's creations,
Oh I wish that we could be,
[Chorus: fading]