If it’s a mater of money
minor matter of a minor amount
Then I’ll be glad to pay for part or all,
For this kind of booty call

If it’s a matter of time
Don’t let it be long for too long
Come in a trenchcoat and nothing else,
I mean at my door, not before, of course

I’ll take you inside, throw you on my bed
If shits all over the floor, I’ll carry you overhead
And then when I’m over you, and you’re mine
Instead of ravaging I’ll draw a line

With my finger from your navel to your lips
Then take it down until it tickles your hips
one, long passionate kiss after a quick brush
I’ll put both of my arms under you, your face flush