Letterman

Oh, girl, put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now, yeah
'Cause it's 32 out

It's cold outside in Washington DC
It's been a few weeks since you've seen me
But I never left yo' mind (yo' mind)
Don't forget that night
Took me to the speakeasy
Talk to me nice and easy
Talk to me nice and easy, girl
You always let me win, let me win
Think about all the times that I would walk away and pray to him
You always let me win, let me win
Think about all the times that I would walk away and pray to him

Oh, girl, put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now, yeah
'Cause it's 32 out
Oh, girl, put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now, yeah
'Cause it's 32 out

God can judge but I won't let you try me
Pickin' on me now but that's behind me
This was something good but now I'm finding
Reflections in my rearview mirror keep blinding, ow
Your eyes just talk too well, need to focus on yourself
I'm wishing you the best but please don't bring me down

She likes sex 'til like five in the morning (oh)
Rain just pouring (ah)
Rain just pouring (ah)
She likes sex 'til like five in the morning (oh)
Rain just pouring (ah)
Rain just pouring (ah)
She likes sex 'til like five in the morning (oh)
Rain just pouring (ah)
Rain just pouring (ah)
She likes sex 'til like five in the morning
Rain just pouring
Rain just pouring, ah