Food
I don't need your soup or curd,just give me a hardcore lyric or a soft spoken word,
I don't want your pasta or any type of salad
instead i'll take a tongue lashing alone with a Luther ballad
don't take offense or think i'm being rude
it's just that i'm in the mood for some intellectual and sexual food
give me a qoute thats full of nutrition
or stimulate my juices so I can soothe my addiction
let us become articulate as we sip on red wine
talk to me in a sexy way until you send chills up and down my spine
rap to me and convince me until i'm completely nude,
because i'm in the mood for some intellectual and sexual food
nope, don't want no pie, cookies, or cake
just a sexy nerdy whisper is all it will take
I kindly pass on your crackers and cheese
listening to your educated voice is making me weak in the knees
now that I know i've been turned on by the right dude
let's get this party started cause i'm in the mood for some intellectual and sexual food.
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