Friction

I need your friction baby
I need non-fiction baby
Your my addiction baby
Pardon my diction baby

It’s like friction
Every time that we meet
The last time that I saw you I can hardly speak
I wish that I can have you 7 days of the week
Cuz you’re the kinda man that I can probably keep

It’s like friction
Like a head of a match
Your the kind of itch that I’ve been dying to scratch

The kind of body, that I like to trace
Especially when your hands are wrapped around my waist
It’s about time, for me to find me a man
I like em tall, muscle, built, dirty blonde
I’m like “oh man”

He cooks me dinner every single day
And he drives me around like a taxi, 2-way
He’s my Maxi-poo bae, dinner on Tuesday
The mooley, the Kool Aid

He tells me, “you’re my one and only”
When he’s not around I’m feeling lonely

I need your friction baby
I need non-fiction baby
Your my addiction baby
Pardon my diction baby

I need your friction baby
I need non-fiction baby
Your my addiction baby
Pardon my diction baby

Like
The way
That you
Touch my lips

Like
The way
That you
Move my hips

I like the way that you make me smile
I like the way that you make me wild
I never met a man that I could keep

I like the way that you make me smile
I like the way that you make me wild
Without you I feel so incomplete

I need your friction baby
I need non-fiction baby
Your my addiction baby
Pardon my diction baby

I need your friction baby
I need non-fiction baby
Your my addiction baby
Pardon my diction baby

I need your friction baby
I need non-fiction baby
Your my addiction baby
Pardon my diction baby

I need your friction baby
I need non-fiction baby
Your my addiction baby
Pardon my diction baby

I need your friction baby