**[Intro]** She's got it, yeah, she's got it...she's got it... all I just wanna, wanna—watch the curtain fall **[Verse 1]** Whatchu thinking about, woman, toyin' with your hair? Put on that black dress, pursed lips, glossed up there. You got on that scent, you got on that bling, Even put on that Maybelline—but is that really your thing? Trust me, yeah, it’s you, not the Maybelline, I see what’s on your feet, the best I’ve ever seen. You fixed your hair, but I can only imagine, What you got on under there—sweet black lace fashion. **[Instrumental]** **[Verse 2]** Whatchu thinking about? What you got in mind? What makes you wanna leave the world behind? Is it a stroll through the forest, admiring the flowers? Grabbing the paddles, kayaking for hours? Off to the shores, waves, clams under our feet, Or hit that five-star place up the street? Make jello, watch TV—what’s on your agenda? You got a schedule to keep, but I’m the pretender. Whatchu wanna do, woman? You tell me. **[Pre-Chorus]** 'Cause don’t ask me, you already know, baby. **[Chorus]** I’d undo that ribbon in your hair, Peel that dress off like a gift, rip it bare. Toss the bling on the counter on the way to the bed, Lose the gloss on those lips, get out of your head. All I wanna do is take off the black lace, Take off what you got on, let's leave this place. Slither them down, forget the gown, Give me that pointed finger—whisper *down* where it itches the most. Just let me wear you down, wear you down, wear you down, Tell me, whatchu wanna do now? **[Bridge]** Whatchu thinking about? Whatcha wanna do now? Whatcha want me to do now? Whatcha wanna do? Uh-huh. Slide it over here. **[Chorus]** Slide it all off, drop the dress, keep the gloss, Slide it over here, slide it over here. Fluttering tongue, hungry lips, suction pressure and press, Slide it over here, glide it over my lips, I confess. I don't know why you put on that dress, Why you put that ribbon in your hair, I don't know why you bother—it’s all coming off. **[Instrumental]** **[Outro]** Whatchu thinking about, woman, toyin' with your hair? Put on that black dress, pursed lips, glossed up there. You even got on that scent, you even got that... Bling bling, baby. Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu thinking about? Whatcha wanna do?
