Waking Hour

[Chorus: Mariami]

In the waking hour I see your face, in the waking hour I feel your (Oh)

In the waking hour feel my body race, in the waking hour

Baby I see that the game is unspoken so if you play with me

I don't need nothing broken, I've got patience you see

And I don't mean to preach that's it's a man's world baby

But a woman will teach you to believe

[Verse 1: Watsky]

You were on the bed in that pretty little thong

With a ribbon on it, when I said to pick a song

You had a feeling for some healing with that Marvin Gaye

Begins with "let's," ends with "get it on", I get it, you're ready to fuck

And it's time for me to let it erupt, but I got a confession to make

When I get nervous, I can never get it up

I gotta get it together, I better meditate, I want to set it straight

I gotta separate the passion I had from the fear that came

Alone I get a boner when I hear your name

But when I'm near the game, I veer to shame

Clearly, my dear it appears the same

Severely lame! My genitals' flustered

Make a last stand like general custer!

I'd take a cluster fuck or a just some animal lust

I know you're looking for a man who can thrust

(Trust) I was in the sack with a faster women than Danica Patrick

When I had a panic attack, I can never fake it, I make another mistake

And I'm aching and so I pray to the have the pastor take

An erection collection and pass the plate

But no one donated, so I had to masturbate

I know the girls want it

I'm close, and if it grows I can put a condom on it

Her moan is onomatopoetic

I groan, because my bone is gone as soon as get it

Got a risky trick, for frisky chicks

Have a drink, then blame it on whiskey dick

Wait a couple hours, I'll be horny good

And can wake up with a little bit of morningwood

[Chorus: Mariami]

In the waking hour I see your face, in the waking hour I feel your (Oh)

In the waking hour feel my body race, in the waking hour

Baby I see that the game is unspoken so if you play with me

I don't need nothing broken, I've got patience you see

And I don't mean to preach that's it's a man's world baby

But a woman will teach you to believe

[Verse 2: Watsky]

I know that many men are waiting to be penetrating

You think I'm panting, but I'm hyperventilating

I would get to mating but I'm so damn nervous

I called my dick, but I can't get service

The worst is I'm a pervert, I want you

I'd make harness from your tan brassiere, last night I had a fantasy

We're banging hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier

Slip into your chimney singing "santa's here!", but it's a grand veneer

Damn, it's enough to bring a man to tears with a hand on my gear

But a strand full of blanks in my bandoleer

There are times when I wish it away

There are nights when I wish I was gay

It'd be quicker- I go to theater school

Shit I figure I could stick it to pick of the litter

Man I'm sick of it, want to stick a dick in it, lick a tit

Get some cliterature, for the illiterate!

Hit it in the middle of the night

In the waking hour, when I take a shower, we can strip

Luckily I studied up on being cuddle buddy

Would rather have sucker who fronts?

Fucking you once, making ugly grunts?

I'll be casanova (In a couple of months), I'm making you mine

Maybe later for the sake of taking our time

Tonight we can lie naked, if you don't mind waitin'

Give it like five dates and I'll have your thighs shakin'

I get her in bed and then we're attending a seminar on a bit of sex ed

I hope this song proves, how fast my tongue moves

'Cause it's true I give the best head

[Bridge: Mariami]

I go to sleep just to wake up in your arms, babe

And before the dawn you'll rise when the sun say

Early mornings make me restless

Breath on my skin, I'm already breathless (Oh)

You're sexy under pressure, boo

Better catch your breath so that I can let my hands perform for you baby

We're all alone, help me untie my blue sarung

I can't wait to tell my girls, "Yeah, that's my man

So good I had to write him a song"

[Chorus: Mariami]

In the waking hour I see your face, in the waking hour I feel your (Oh)

In the waking hour feel my body race, in the waking hour

Baby I see that the game is unspoken so if you play with me

I don't need nothing broken, I've got patience you see

And I don't mean to preach that's it's a man's world baby

But a woman will teach you to believe