Oh, baby...
Hey, momma...
It's only three, your plane lands at eight,
Girl, it's been so long, I can't hardly wait.
Girl, it's you I crave, and, whoa, can't wait to see you baby.
I can't work no more, can't concentrate,
When your lips meet mine, I won't hesistate.
Girl, it's you I want, and, whoa, I've been missing you baby,
By,
Chorus:
By the time I have you close to me,
Now I'm living in a fantasy,
I'll be right where I'm supposed to be.
Baby, we just might be,
On the back seat, gettin' down.
On the back seat, gettin' down.
On the back seat, gettin' down.
Nothing much to do, for the next three days.
Thank god it's Friday night, and Monday's a holiday.
Got my mind on your, whoa, I've been jones'n for baby.
Let's drive up the coast, let's leave L.A.
Find us a cozy spot, what about mountain rays?
I can have all you, all to myself now baby.
So,
Chorus:
By the time I have you close to me,
Now I'm living in a fantasy,
I'll be right where I'm supposed to be.
Baby, we just might be,
On the back seat, gettin' down.
On the back seat, gettin' down.
On the back seat, gettin' down.
Missing you, wanting you, needing you,
Touching you, squeezing you, dreaming you,
Teasing you, pleasing, breathing you,
Eating you, sleeping you, tasting you,
Can't wait baby,
Chorus:
By the time I have you close to me,
Now I'm living in a fantasy,
I'll be right where I'm supposed to be.
Baby, we just might be,
On the back seat, gettin' down.
On the back seat, gettin' down.
On the back seat, gettin' down.
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