I think about what we won‘t have,
And what we‘ll never do.
Then I say, "Why can‘t I be the guy she lays?
And why can‘t we be lovers?
I see your beauty, do you see mine?"
I can‘t stress enough what I feel,
When I hear your voice calling out for my name.
I get off on talking to you, it ain‘t fair.
You please me.
And you don‘t even know it.
Why can‘t you get on top of me?