“When lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning, I roll over and ask if I can hit it in the morning. Can I hit it in the morning? The sun rising while you moaning, baby.”
“When lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning, I roll over and ask if I can hit it in the morning. Can I hit it in the morning? The sun rising while you moaning, baby.”
love this song!!!
2012-12-04 12:00:43 UTC