Behind Closed Doors (Spice 1)

She call me on the phone breathin and moanin I'm seein phone call, sayin she wet, hot, and alone and Baby we could corleone it and fuck till the sunrise in the mornin I'm cocked strong, a gang of condoms, and I'm feelin like conan Restin for ya brown skin and ya soft thick thighs I'm on the freeway wit a hard dick doing 125 Keep it hot baby, rub it if it start gettin cold So much passion, love it when you stay in that mode I was knockin on the door fore she hung up the phone She opened it up, grabbed me by my collar, And it was on We did some hardcore fuckin, dead in the eyes As I got front and back and side to side Lift yo legs up baby, throw 'em over my shoulder Wrap the dog shit, let you see the range on my rover Take a ride through ya sugar walls hittin them corners You in bed wit a felon tonight behind closed doors We can do it all, behind closed doors Behind closed doors Just turn off the lights, and I'm all yours Up against the wall, rubbin yo thighs, Lickin yo neck As we embrace, face to face, tongue kissin, passionate sex In them dark rooms, fuckin by the light of the moon Blowin circles wit c-c-chronic smoke caressin ya womb Whisperin in ya ear while I hit it slow from the back Moanin cause she knowin how deep I'm bout to go in the crack Gettin silly sometimes, in the morning when I awaken Tryin to hit it from the back while she cookin eggs and bacon Had to reinforce the frame cause the bed keep breakin It's like an inch of the room, the whole room be shakin Fixin to start a fire, moan if you wanna Cause baby if ya body got curves, I'm hittin corners Wit my thug thing wrapped between ya peaches and cream Pull up to ya bumper in my black limosine Triple X like a magazine, we put on a show The only audience is me and you behind closed doors My objective is to get you more wet like champagne Bed bump against the wall, neighbors call and complain Boxers, shorts, sling shots, Still got on my socks Now we naked playin twister, drinkin Hennessy shots Bout the ring around the bed baby, just you and me We can go a couple of rounds wit no referee Behind closed doors, body soft like marshmallows Fixin the pillow, black thong, black stilletto Take old bennie, still look like a cattage grill Talkin to her friend, she tellin I'm daddy's ill Never shout wit ya bomb-ass beautiful body Potential to put a nigga to sleep like a hot toddy No corns on ya feet, I can see through ya sandals Baby let's do it like animals on discovery channel Behind closed doors