Positions

Heaven sent you to me
I'm just hoping I don't repeat history
Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday
Then make a lotta love on a Monday
Never need no one else, babe, 'cause I'll be

Switching the positions for you
Cooking in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom
I'm in the Olympics way I'm jumping through hoops
Know my love infinite nothing I wouldn't do
That I won't do, switching for

Perfect, perfect, you're too good to be true
But I get tired of running
F#ck it, now I'm running with you