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I can't seem to get my mind out of the gutter I'm likin' your shirt, but I wonder what’s under (Oh) You're stepping real close and I'm feeling the thunder Where should we go to rip the clothes off each other? (Oh) (Woah, woah) (Oh) (Woah, woah) (Oh) I can't seem to get my mind out of the gutter Your lips look like cherries, your touch feels like butter (Oh) I'm feeling like Prince, I wanna be your lover We could be spies, we could go under covers (Oh) I'm watching while you talk (Woah, woah) But I can't even listen (Woah, woah) I think I need a walk (Woah, woah) Or just an intermission I can't seem to get my mind out of thе gutter I'm here at thе gate and I'm pressing your buzzer (Oh) We put on 3005, Donald Glover Where do we start? There's so much to discover (Oh) (Woah, woah) (Oh) I think about you in the worst ways Oh, baby, you would never guess My mind is busy tracing places From your back up to your neck (Oh) Letras de cancionesIt's kinda like you're talking dirty Even when you say hello Sorry if I'm being flirty I can't help it I suppose (Oh) I can't seem to get my mind out of the gutter I'm likin' your shirt, but I wonder what’s under (Oh) You're stepping real close and I'm feeling the thunder Where should we go to rip the clothes off each other? I can't seem to get my mind out of the gutter (Oh) Your lips look like cherries, your touch feels like butter (Oh) I'm feeling like Prince, I wanna be your lover (Oh) We could be spies, we could go under covers (Oh) From Letras Mania