Last night, ooh yeah. A pretty young girl I met. Oh yeah. Who be your Casanova?. . And we don't stop. Drop the flava. Who be your Casanova?. Yeah and we don't stop.
Yo, I'ma tell you 'bout them four letter words. Your momma used to tell you about, uh-huh. I'm not talkin' 'bout cusswords. I'm talkin' 'bout this word, often said.
Last night you were so into it. You told me secrets that you've never told a soul. You were so nervous and yet, oh, so comfortable. As we explored your image of love.