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  1. Do Me

From the recording Promotional Album Download

"Do Me" celebrates primal urges of passion, delivered in a Hip-Hop style. Caution: Sexually-explicit content that is not appropriate for children under 16.

Lyrics

Do Me
Music by Scott Sumner, Lyrics by Rosemarie Ashley & Shane Pruitt

Verse 1
There you are. Check it out. Do I dare?
Thinking I’m hot, you focus your stare.
A nice looking guy numbing up every day.
Too afraid to cry. Too uptight to be gay.

Coping every glance, restraining every urge.
Thinking there’s a chance for you and me to merge.
What you don’t know about me just yet
is sure to blow your mind when the concept you get.

Chorus
C’mon baby do me. Give it – give it to me.
Can’t you see right through me? You mean something to me.
C’mon baby do me. Man you gotta do me.
You’re takin me, takin me down.

Verse 2
Said it aint no thing. I just do what I do.
Getting looked at by you and your dude.
Looking like you need something next to your throat.
Dude mad as hell cuz your neck look broke.
Can’t stop staring. Can’t stop gawking.
Still wit dudes so I keep on walking.
Call me hoop cus the boy’s got game.
Lose that lame and we can do some things.

Then you’ll see I’m a freak at best.
Pull it out and let a little leak on your chest.
Wait, pipe down, gotta holler at Wiz.
Maybe next round you can swallow my kids.

New school bitch I just teach em along.
Give a little hit of the Cheech and the Chong.
You aint never had a dick this thick this strong.
Just let me work this, take a piss and I’m gone.

(Chorus)

Verse 3
You are not my type but answer the call.
Yeah, I hear your hype. No I aint gonna fall.
But c’mon let me hear the lies you’ve got to say.
I posses no fear and I always like to play.

I’d like to fill this hole left gaping in my mind,
knowing there is more I have yet to find.
With vulnerability spilling out of you,
I think it’s a pity. Let me come to your rescue.

(Chorus)

Verse 4
Saying that you love me for my magic touch.
I even let you hug me, regardless of the rush.
Respecting all my rules like a lead foot with a cop,
you be acting a fool as your mind begins to rot.

Listening to my words not hearing my song,
you won’t be inside me or awake for too long.
But the fruit is getting ripe. It could fall into your hand.
Then we say good-by. I guess you’re not my man.

(Chorus)
(repeat Chorus)