[Verse 1: Stephanafro]
Do you ever feel life gets a little too frisky?
I bring back a swing full of intimate love in your head
I'm not sure if it's the right move to bring it all back
To the front of the set with the voice of the pack
But I can't say I feel like we need to get
Down with the beat
[Verse 2: Stephanafro]
One, two, three, four
Out the door
Then a five, six, seven, eight
Stayed too late
Don't bring a bat, I don't want to hit it
Get too close, and you might get bit
Boy, I'm not here to yank on your chains
I'm not cut to be your secretary
Your trivial pleasure's secondary
Boy, I'm not here to pull on your reins
I'm not one to be imaginary
'Cause fantasy's only temporary
[Verse 3: Stephanafro]
Eyes up, asserting
Hands out, and flirting
Every time I look around and see the same thing
Everybody playing to the same old routine
Do you ever feel life gets a little too frisky?
I bring back a swing full of intimate love in your head
I'm not sure if it's the right move to bring it all back
To the front of the set with the voice of the pack
But I can't say I feel like we need to get
Down with the beat
[Verse 2: Stephanafro]
One, two, three, four
Out the door
Then a five, six, seven, eight
Stayed too late
Don't bring a bat, I don't want to hit it
Get too close, and you might get bit
Boy, I'm not here to yank on your chains
I'm not cut to be your secretary
Your trivial pleasure's secondary
Boy, I'm not here to pull on your reins
I'm not one to be imaginary
'Cause fantasy's only temporary
[Verse 3: Stephanafro]
Eyes up, asserting
Hands out, and flirting
Every time I look around and see the same thing
Everybody playing to the same old routine
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