Phone Sex

I don’t like to waste my minutes.
Pick up the phone and get right in it.
No complications it’s a simple thing, I get excited every time the phone rings.
Picture me all hot and sweaty, in a slip and a little black teddy.
We’re on the phone so you don’t need to know, I’m in my sweats and eatin'
Doritos.
The sound of your voice, it’s making me moist.
It leaves me no choice, but to stay on the line.
I’m a girl who likes to misbehave.
But I fuck in eight shades.
I don’t need to see your face.
Just give me that, Bass!
Bass!
Bass!
Call me up around 3: 30, wantin' to get nasty and talk real dirty.
You can’t call me from the phone, but baby I’ll be on my bluetooth.
The sound of your voice, it’s making me moist.
It leaves me no choice, but to stay on the line.
I’m on the line, I’m on the line, I’m on the line, I’m on the line,
I’m on the line, I’m the line.
Boy I’ve got three nights and weekends.
The sound of your voice, it’s making me moist.
Moist!
Moist!
Moist!
It leaves me no choice, but to stay on the line.
Pussy Farts!