My Body (feat. SBB Nick) - Vinc The Don

My body needs your body Oh-oh, like the desert needs the rain So you can use my body Oh-oh, again and again and again Could be magic babe, oh, we could keep it simple Long as we both have the night of our lives Don't be quiet, let 'em hear us through the window 'Cause you and I have nothing to hide When I'm touchin' you like that And you're touchin' me right back It's like fire with no match I just wanna make it clear Baby, heaven is right here Love all day we go for years 'Cause my body needs your body Oh-oh, like the desert needs the rain So you can use my body Oh-oh, again and again and again (oh-oh) Your body is callin' for my body My body is callin' for your body Your body is callin' for my body My body is callin' for your body You're the one that don't, don't, don't, don't have no equal So creative when you're blowin' my mind (blowin' my mind) Like a movie, babe, I'm ready for the sequel (yeah, watch it) There's the stage, strike a pose in the light (oh-oh-oh) When I'm touchin' you like that And you're touchin' me right back It's like fire with no match I just wanna make it clear Baby, heaven is right here Love all day we go for years 'Cause my body needs your body Oh-oh, like the desert needs the rain So you can use my body Oh-oh, again and again and again (oh-oh) Your body is callin' for my body My body is callin' for your body (oh-oh) Your body is callin' for my body My body is callin' for your body (yeah) Callin', callin', callin', callin', callin' Callin', callin', callin', callin' I'm always callin', callin', callin', callin', callin' Callin', callin', callin', callin'

Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sitting all alone Pondering times of sanctuary He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E Invested life in medicine, which isn't the wisest way to go, had so much shit going on. Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin. We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts, What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone, Sittin' all alone We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and his time Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a don He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop What we loved most was sitting round the shop What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop, What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone