Dirty talkin', I could read your lips
The bass is pounding, baby, let me hit
Whisper softly in my ear like: Girl, you want me?
Worship me like Aphrodite, pose so you could watch me

Body heavenly, face on symmetry
Smell like cinnamon, the epitome of the taste of me
Feel it when your hands on me

Hands in my hair
I can love you better than
I get lost in your feminine
High femme
Hands in my hair
I can love you better than
I get lost in your feminine
High femme

It's you I choose to be my muse
Come light my fuse
In those spiky heeled shoes
Just take me down (take me down)
Make it squeak (make it squeak)
Make me work (make me work)
I love a tease

Body heavenly, face on symmetry
Smell like cinnamon, the epitome of the taste of me
Feel it when your hands on me
Body heavenly, face on symmetry
Smell like cinnamon, the epitome of the taste of me
Feel it when your hands on me

Hands in my hair
I can love you better than
I get lost in your feminine
High femme
Hands in my hair
I can love you better than
I get lost in your feminine
High femme

I like it, I like it, I like it high femme
Just her and her friend
This shit so high femme
Just her and her friends

(I like it, I like it)
(I like it, I like it)
(I like it, I like it)
(I like it, I like it)