Cinnamon curls and ginger skin
Look what a mess I am inHeySearching his manhood with my hand
He is so young in my commandAnd he smells like love
(Smells like love)Oh Oh OhI don't trust it a bit
He tastes like love
(Tastes like love)I don't believe itOh Oh OhMhm, heyAnd then his color is aqua-blue
(Color)So when I'm with I speak the truth
He plays the delicate stringsAnd my woman crumbles when he sings
'Cause
He sounds like love
(Sounds like love)He feels like love
(Feels like love)I don't believe it
