Bill Withers

Low, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Trying to go back to mine
Make bees uneasy tonight
Bzz, sounded like a radiator
But feeling, oh, so fine
Hmm, edging on the end of
My register, won’t need
Hmm, any vibrator
If you get low with me
Low frequencies
Low humming
So extremely
I wanna feel like Bill Withers did
When he rhymed «intuition» with «wishing»
I don’t want your nudes
I want you in my room
Your sex on my thighs
Straight hissing
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Low frequencies
Low humming
So extremely
I wanna feel like Bill Withers did
When he rhymed «intuition» with «wishing»
I don’t want your nudes
I want you in my room
Your sex on my thighs
Straight hissing