You turn me into all kinds of freak
All parts of me are writing this
I’m always a learner with your tricks
That’s magic wrapped in those sheets
And I’ve been on it for weeks
Just that taste of your lips
Then your breath smells like fresh mints
Those gasps in the twists
I’m dying to outdo your wits
All the way up your hips
I ain’t that good at calculus
But tonight must equate to substance