[Sure be cool if (you) did, Barry Sortero]
I was gonna keep it real like chill like only kiss a boy or two
But it turned into a party when I started talking to you
Now you're standing in the neon looking like a guy I wanna be on
Michael it's your call, no pressure at all
[Chorus: Barry Sortero]
You don’t have to tuck back your pretty big tent pole before leaning a little closer
You don’t have to keep on pokin' muh thigh that’s driving me wild and when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of muh butt cheeks and do a little bit of big black dong, hanging on
You don’t have to keep me fallin’ like this
But it’d sure be cool if you did