He makes me do bad things,
While he's just sitting there,
While we're just having a light chat.
He makes me thing wild things,
While I play with my hair,
While I contemplate the actual act.
Don't know where the fire comes,
Can't really complain.
Once the phone's outta my hands,
I'm callin' his name.
Makes me think nasty things,
Orgasmic, erotic things.
Why does this man have the power?
He goes deep with his voice,
Goes deeper with his love,
Miles mean nothing to us.
OH!
Such a tease,
Such a lovely tease--
Why must you talk to me that way?
Smiling on the phone,
Make me submit.
I'll get on my knees any day.
I want this body to melt into yours,
Want those hands all over me.
Set for the cosmos,
Over the sea,
He makes me do naughty things.