Two speakers trade verses about a one-night stand, with one man narrating the encounter and wrestling with what happens after sex ends. He emphasizes consent and respect while insisting there are no feelings, caught between desire and emotional distance.
Our best. You can't fake connection unless you're living fake, but that will later cause regret. So what are we doing? We are too grown now. No judgment from me, sweet lady. And somehow you caught feelings along the way. Oh, okay. You said you didn't want a man. You said you had other plans. But now that the stroke was right, you wanna plan our lives. No, no, no. It's gone. What is there to hold on to? I drove you nuts. So what? What's next, baby girl? After the sex? I know. In the morning. No hard feelings, huh? But it's time. It's time to go home. I believe in respecting the lady. Your words I listen to, baby. So please. Please don't act crazy. We laid down with each other, two adults sharing passion, lovers in the night. So why you acting like I ran game on you? Not true. I love women too much, I'm an old school man. Please understand. So why are you mad when you set the tone? But after the moan, after, after the morning after, after the night is gone, it's gone, then what is there to hold on? And I love making what's so sweet. Juice is flowing all night. Wet spots all over the bed. You release your stress. Rolled that wood like a professional. Cowgirl.
Up, down, up, down, up, down. Then I kissed your precious pearl.
You called my name, I called your name. Mmm.
Fuck it. Let's do it again.
'Cause sex like this needs to be on repeat. Damn, those sad dishes. After this last time, baby, you have to leave. It's no love. What is there to hold on to? I drove you nuts. So what? What's next, baby girl? After the sex, no more moves. No No hard feelings, but it's time, time to go home.
You already knew what it was when you came, sweetie. Let's not end this on a bad note.
