Miss Behavin' Songtext
von Kyle Riabko
Miss Behavin' Songtext
You say you′re not shy
You gonna show me tonight
I've been wondering how your body
Might feel next to mine
I see you in my dreams
With your candy lips and low riding jeans
Are you thinking what I′m thinking
Do you know what I mean?
You're looking fine in the Gucci line
A little tight end number 69
Don't you know that you′re my favorite? Yeah
You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
You're Miss Behavin′
I see you on the floor
You got me wishin' for more
I′ve been wondering how my body
Might feel underneath yours, yeah
You're looking fine in the Gucci line
I wish that we could do it, sugar, all the time
It′s you that I've been craving, yeah
You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
Miss Behavin′
You really are Miss Behavin′
Come on
Girl, I want you to know
That I want you to know
I don't want you to stop
I just want you to go, go, go
You′re looking fine in the Gucci line
A little tight end number 69
Baby, you know that you're my favorite
You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
Miss Behavin'
Ain′t like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, the way you do it, Momma
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
[Incomprehensible] I love you when
I love the way you′re Miss Behavin'
[Incomprehensible] I love you when
I love the way you′re Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin′
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin′
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin′
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you′re Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
I love the way you′re Miss Behavin'
...
You gonna show me tonight
I've been wondering how your body
Might feel next to mine
I see you in my dreams
With your candy lips and low riding jeans
Are you thinking what I′m thinking
Do you know what I mean?
You're looking fine in the Gucci line
A little tight end number 69
Don't you know that you′re my favorite? Yeah
You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
You're Miss Behavin′
I see you on the floor
You got me wishin' for more
I′ve been wondering how my body
Might feel underneath yours, yeah
You're looking fine in the Gucci line
I wish that we could do it, sugar, all the time
It′s you that I've been craving, yeah
You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
Miss Behavin′
You really are Miss Behavin′
Come on
Girl, I want you to know
That I want you to know
I don't want you to stop
I just want you to go, go, go
You′re looking fine in the Gucci line
A little tight end number 69
Baby, you know that you're my favorite
You love to ride on the main express
And the way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
Miss Behavin'
Ain′t like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
The way you do it, Momma, the way you do it, Momma
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
[Incomprehensible] I love you when
I love the way you′re Miss Behavin'
[Incomprehensible] I love you when
I love the way you′re Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin′
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin′
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin′
The way you do it, Momma, ain't like the rest
I love the way you′re Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
I love the way you're Miss Behavin'
The way you do it, Momma, ain′t like the rest
I love the way you′re Miss Behavin'
...
Writer(s): Kyle Riabko, Chris Burke-gaffney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com