Triplo Max & Karina - Cruel Intentions

I like sex, I like flowers, I like attentionDon't ever put me secondI bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of HeavenSo stop talking, pull my stockings downI like sex, I like flowers, I like attentionDon't ever put me secondI bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of HeavenSo stop talking, pull my stockings downYou're my cruel intentionI bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of, this side of, this side of HeavenUh, think you got me, but the problem isI'm already here but I see the play I just been watching thisHappy to see the way you call me everyday, its obviousPlus it's 2AM you know what time it isYou just wanna have me come and chase you, boost your confidenceShower you with flowers, give you all these daily compliments, yeahCareful if you fall in love, then it's gon' be a consequenceWe keep going it's no turning back, it ain't no stopping usHad you at "I'm Gerald what's your name?"Burning in a flame, a little fling you turn into a gameAnd since we started fucking, it's never been the sameThe idea of stopping, I can't even entertainYou driving me insane, craziest I metDrinking champagne, we started fucking on a jetTook you to the Mile High, then we start to sweatI got you in a bag but you still play hard to get, uhI like sex, I like flowers, I like attentionDon't ever put me secondI bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of HeavenSo stop talking, pull my stockings downYou're my cruel intentionI bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of, this side of, this side of HeavenThis side of HeavenYeah, when you over this is light workLove that when you put them heel on, with that tight skirtSleeping over almost every night, wake up in my shirtIf we make it official, I think maybe this could might workFuck the heavy shit, tho' we livin' in this momentIt's not even mine but I treat it like I own itSix missed calls, but ain't tripping, where your phone went?Ain't thinkin' bout that now, nothing matters now, got you so wetLight a couple candles in the room, pop some MoetEvery single night I'm tryna go where we ain't go yetFinishes, she clinches like she ain't ready go yetYeah, I mean you crazy and you know thatYeah crazier than me, keep on playin' mind gamesI ain't got time for that shit, it give me migrainesOnly the realness, it's what's runnin' through my veinsAnd every time I'm in that, she always screamin' my nameI like sex, I like flowers, I like attentionDon't ever put me secondI bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of HeavenSo stop talking, pull my stockings downYou're my cruel intentionI bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of, this side of, this side of HeavenSo let me take you thereYou ain't seen this side of HeavenThis side of HeavenThis side of HeavenOh, oh-oh, ohOh-oh, woahThis side of Heaven