One Track Mind

She looks in the mirror
She looks hot with her heels on
Sipping from a beer
With the glass she's taking round
Dancing round the room
Sweet sixteen is her favorite song
He smells her perfume
From the line he's been into on
From across the bar
He sits down, but remains with on
Sweet sixteen is on, goes on
Then she says come on
He say that he can't, and she yells:

Suck your lips
And move your hips
I got a one track mind
And it's a loving kind

She drags him on the floor
He don't move, can't get in the groove
Feeling so sophomore
He know's what he's got to do
She keeps wanting more
So she yells and tells him what to do

Ay come home?

Can you get down with the be-boy
Standing like a bass
Play me like a guitar
To the added play
Baby like a drum
You can hear the music on me
And you can suck your lips
And throw your hands!

Suck your lips
And move your hips
I gotta one track mind (one track mind)
And it's a loving kind
Can you get down with the be-boy
Standing like a bass
Play me like a guitar
To the added play
Baby like a drum
You can hear the music on me
So just suck your lips
And move your hips!