- Songwriters: John P. Bell, Robert Brewer, Steven Morris, Scott Russo, Wade T Youman
Afraid it comes to this, I really must admit
Your tits, your eyes, your lips are staring at me
I'm drooling at the chin and I need to be within, her skin, I want to sin
She stops me and she says
"Slow down boy, I'm not easy
I don't wanna be a sleazy whore"
So I showed her to the door
Over abundancy, and I'm not sorry, girl, no I'm not sorry
And girl, you look so good, I really think we should
Your hood with me, I would, so let's get started
I know I can't resist, oh, I reach over for a kiss
I miss, she ducks, I wish, she gets up and she says
"Slow down boy, I'm not easy
Don't wanna be a sleazy whore"
So I showed her to the door
Over abundancy, and I'm not sorry, no, no I'm not sorry
Then there she was in front of me and it was very plain to see
She had this gleaming in her eye
Told me that she's down for the crime
Took me and threw me on the floor, as she screamed and begged for more
Yeah, she said, "I'm not sorry"
Ooh and she said, "I'm not sorry"
Yeah, she said "I'm not sorry"
Yeah, she said "I'm not sorry, no I'm not sorry"
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