You ever had something this bad for you? Yeah... Don’t answer that. This could corrupt your manners Come close, I might make it matter I keep that wicked little sugar on tap One taste and you won’t know how to act Baby, I can make it reckless Lean in, I don’t do it gentle Got that candied kind of trouble you crave Come get a taste if you think you’re brave This could corrupt your manners Come close, I might make it matter I keep that wicked little sugar on tap One taste and you won’t know how to act Baby, I’m lacquered, expensive, obscene Sweet in the front, but the center gets mean He say I’m trouble, I said, “Baby, correct” Then put his whole damn focus right under arrest I don’t compete, I collect what I choose He came with options, now none of them move Body got syntax he still can’t decode One little motion and damn, there he goes He want the premium, not the preview pack Talk real bold till I arch that fact I don’t chase dick, that shit comes to me Men turn devotional way too easily I like it filthy, but keep it composed That private little language nobody knows He said, “How deep does your appetite get?” I said, “Keep going, you ain’t found it yet” This could corrupt your manners Come close, I might make it matter I keep that wicked little sugar on tap One taste and you won’t know how to act Baby, I can make it reckless Lean in, I don’t do it gentle Got that candied kind of trouble you crave Come get a taste if you think you’re brave This could corrupt your manners Come close, I might make it matter I keep that wicked little sugar on tap One taste and you won’t know how to act You had me curious before we even spoke Now every decent thought is becoming a joke I tell myself maybe I should behave Then you get closer and there goes that plan I know what I want, but I might make you guess I like that look when restraint gets less Don’t ask me twice, I could change my mind Or maybe I won’t... Come find out. More attitude, baby, give me the nerve He want the whole damn menu, I make him earn Pussy got pedigree, rare little vice He came for a sample, got charged full price Got that insolent sway, that decadent flex Make a grown man forget what he planned to say next I don’t take shit, I return it with fees He learned real quick who gets what they please Now he obedient, cute when he tries All that bravado got revised He thought he ran shit, adorable claim Now one little “come here” and he answers the same You still think you can handle me? Cute. This could corrupt your manners Come close, I might make it matter I keep that wicked little sugar on tap One taste and you won’t know how to act Baby, I can make it reckless Lean in, I don’t do it gentle Got that candied kind of trouble you crave Come get a taste if you think you’re brave I might give you more than intended Might leave your good sense completely suspended Got that wicked little sugar on tap Come get your share if you can handle that This could corrupt your manners Come close, I might make it matter I keep that wicked little sugar on tap One taste and you won’t know how to act Yeah, grown-woman shit He wanted sweet, got something illicit Still curious? Come closer.
