Wasn't sure when I met ya
You were talking sweet
Tryna see where it'd get ya
See I like to be discrete
But when we get together
I'm hard to please
And you're soft as a feather
I don't know if you know what you do
I think I'd like to be stuck with you
Casually, tragically, comfortable
Boy, I can tell that you've been listening, listening
Boy, I can tell that you've been listening, listening
There's something 'bout you
You don't miss a thing, miss a thing
Boy, I can tell that you've been listening, listening
Listening, listening
Listening, listening
Listening, listening
Listening, listening
When I want that
And you want that
When I want that
And you want that
Looking in your direction
You already know
And proceed with discretion
Got a lot of melodies
In my mind undressing
You turn me up
And I'm down for a session
I've been so temptable all the time
Watching me, watching you read my mind
What were you saying 'bout candlelight?
Boy, I can tell that you've been listening, listening
Boy, I can tell that you've been listening, listening
There's something 'bout you
You don't miss a thing, miss a thing
Boy, I can tell that you've been listening, listening
Listening, listening (When I want that)
Listening, listening (And you want that)
Listening, listening (When I want that)
Listening, listening
When I want that (la-la-la, la-la-la)
And you want that (la-la-la, la-la-la)
When I want that (la-la-la, la-la-la)
And you want that
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