That Damn Thang

Chorus:

It's getting late, it's time to do that damn thang.

Shake those garments off, it's time to put that booty on.

It's getting late, it's time to do that damn thang.

Shake those garments off, it's time to put that booty on.

Verse 1:

I want to slam it like a basket-ball

Get up inside and slide like waterfalls

Gushing.

Pushing through a crack in a damn

Tumbling.

Fumbling like the ball in your hands.

Touch down with a dance at the end of run.

If you got it replay it till the game is done.

Pause.

Hold for the light to change.

Tell me if tastes like a candy cane.

Can I handle the merchandise?

Squeeze you like I’m trying get the starch out of rice.

Tell me if my microphones on to blow…

The car needs to warm up baby so we must move slowly.

Let’s go to the moon in our rocket ship…

I just want to take a trip…

Maybe we can gitty up buck if you need to scream…

Let’s do that damn thang…

Chorus:

Verse 2:

Let’s act like explorers searching every cave.

Maybe we can pretend I’m master your slave.

Or I can be a doctor with an organ to give.

So we have to do it now if you want to live.

You can be an empty car that’s in need of fuel.

Put me in and let me pump till your tank is full.

Or a train through a tunnel at the mountains base.

Or a Popsicle held on a hot sunny day.

Maybe we you can be the pool and I’ll jump in

Go down and emerge to swim.

I’ll tell you what; you can be a dancer on a sliding pole

I can be a miner, you can be the gold.

I can be a see saw if you want to ride.

Or the moon coming up in the night.

Whatever you want be is cool with me

Just come and let us do the damn thang.

Chorus:

Verse 3:

Come on

Shake it off

Let me help you take off

I want to see in the blue moonlight.

It’s all right if you want to break it down for me.

I got a live out this fantasy.

I have to see if I was close to imagining right

My my girl you look so tight

Let’s loosen up a little

Come and let me work that out.

Let’s take flight and come with me down south.

The cats got my tongue

And I’m really at a lose for words

Got me feeling like I’m high on the herb

It’s so superb

You shake I stir

Feeling like it’s all a blur

Treasure hunting and the spots marked ecstasy

Next to me

I’m digging deep – It’s a sedative

Carpel Tunnel Syndrome – It’s repetitive.

But it’s in a good way – loving how we swing and hang

Come now girl – do that damn thang.

Chorus:

End.