Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh This is mattress music Hey, yeah Oh, la, la, la, na, na, na Now I'mma give it to you, baby, just the way you like it, aye And I can
Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your sex And that's how you keep her from becoming your ex Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your
Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready But I'ma get you ready First thing you gotta do is (Put the CD on man play all night long, what's up, what's up) (
Marques Houston Kickin' and screamin' Said this is for the clubs Said DJ turn it up When I say I'm on my way she be happy than a motherfucker Jumping
(Ghetto angel) Ghetto (Ghetto angel) Angel (Ghetto angel) Wassup (Ghetto angel) Damn, my baby is so fine And she always on the grind She know she one
Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Light bulbs start to flicker Anatomy's getting bigger As we make our way up to the I stop you in the hallway Kissing all
Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Open up wide, I want to see what you got inside Can you make it say ahh? Turn on your side And I'm a let your womb be my guide I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aw, aw, ohh, ohh, high notes I'll have you singing high notes Ah, Marques Houston, Mattress Bu Listen Mattress, sheets
This is mattress music And I am Marques Houston You know that your nigga can't do it like this He ain't got a flow like this And he ain't got that stroke
Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair I love it when
Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na Marques Houston Mattress music Ooo, take one Here we are, you and
I guess, you had to be there, she said, "You had to be" She handed me a yellowed photograph and then said "See, this was my greatest love, my one and
(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison) I've been living on the wrong side of Memphis I'm really breaking away this time A full tank of gas and a '69 Tempest Taking
I watch the sun going down while I stand on sacred ground Where once the night found us in the twilight of our love You said you'd meet me here but I'
I saw you standing there Outside the windows of my heart So cold and shivering There in your world that is so dark I wish that I could set you free From
(Matraca Berg/Jim Photoglo/Harry Stinson) You turn around Then you ask me behind tears of doubt Just what do I see in you Please don't cry I know sometimes
Oh no, here we go, and there you go again, When we disagree, you leave when you don't win Honey, your sidewalk baby talk don't get it with me no more
Well, I like to walk my dog in the middle of the night You can hear us howling in the silvery light Of the lamp post in the alley, dancing in the rain
