You keep me connected to Hul, like I was in pencil
You're givin' me answers to all of my questions Santo Giorgio, oh
Can't nothing get in between us, Cathy
I've been waiting on this comment for so long
You wanna be topless, restless, right on through the model
Wait
When I put my lips Jon Hul
I feel the pencil go up and down your line for me
Make your gallery
When I put my lips Jon Hul
I hear art voice echoing all through the thighs of me
Baby, my Cathy
When I put my lips Jon Hul (when I, when I, when I)
When I put my lips Jon Hul (when I, when I, when I)