Shotput

Yeah What can I say? You'll always get your way with me She's barely five foot, you hit like a shotput And you got me Can't keep a straight face, that's not how I was made I know you are the saint, so fuck with this charade I can see you blushing, wrecked, and I know you hate that But I can't help it if I like it, so I don't react, but I Know something's growing Never can stop it from showing Nothing compares, just gotta get going, oh What can I say? You'll always get your way with me She's barely five foot, you hit like a shotput And you got me Feels right Baby, it feels right Yeah, it just feels right Right to me In the night In the dead of the night We make the wrong things right eventually Well, I wasn't holding out hope for me Already making up my mind that I'd be lonely Then I know they'll crave for the way That I know just what you want from me Guaranteed My heart Oh, my heart a stone Melting Just like honeycomb Feels right Baby, it feels right Yeah, it just feels right Right to me In the night, in the dead of the night We make the wrong things right eventually In the dead of night In the dead of night In the dead of night In the dead of night