My House

I know you heard it before. But it’s true. C’mon! What you afraid of? It’s gonna do you some good.

For all the girls that I loved before –
They got a lot more than they bargain for.
They got a lot more than they was anticipating,
Started up loving, winded up hating.
Remember, back when we were very first dating
You said: “Baby, be patient ‘coz I’m all about waiting.
I’m not your overnight stick-n-move Uzi.
You gotta prove your love, boy, I’m really kinda choosey”.
She’s a daddy’s girl oh so fine;
I’d do anything in this world to make her mine.
We sip a little wine, talk and see what this is all about…

C’mon over to my house.
C’mon over to my house.
C’mon over to my house.
We could have some fun at my house.

We can do this like booties on a Tuesday night:
Come burn some Nag Champa, make the place smell right.
Could roll you up some trees, make you a bite;
Could maybe watch a movie or the UFC fight.
Could play a little chess or sit by the fire
And conversate for a while about human desire.
We’d do a little petting, we could do a little kissing.
Get what you need getting, girl, you don’t know what you’re missing.
Baby girl, let me know if you have any doubts…

C’mon over to my house.
C’mon over to my house.
C’mon over to my house.
We could have some fun at my house.

We can put on some tunes and sing a few songs,
Call up your friends, tell ‘em all come along.
We fire up the grill, we start up a party
‘Coz everyone needs the love o’ somebody.
We can sip on tequila and act like a fool
And wake up all the neighbors when we jump in the pool.
Come on over and spent some time and
Put some hope in this heart of mine.
Lay your head in my lonely arms;
No surprises, no alarms.
And baby girl, let me know are you in, are you out…

C’mon over to my house.
C’mon over to my house.
We could have some fun at my house.
Maybe we can call it our house?
C’mon over to my house.