Whether it's eleven in the day or at night
My mind starts to wonder on the things ya'll think aren't right
Oh, if you knew all the things I could do to you
Show me that
Show me that, throw it back
Show me that
Show me that, throw it back
I cannot understand the thoughts inside me
Why do they have to come from the things that I see
Yeah, you look good to me
All the things I could do to thee
Show, show, show
Show me that
Show me that, throw it back
Show me that
Show me that, throw it back
Show me that
Show me that, throw it back
Show me that
Show me that, throw it back