Sex In A Old Honda

Woah Oh Nothing without yo-meee Tell me, are we through? What should we go do? Wait, wait, wait I said, I said, I said Hold up! Girl, let me explain The fame, lately it's been getting to my brain And everyday I wake up and take drugs for the pain Feeling like Prince, sippin on purple rain Why don't you love me, Just like that! We in the middle of this club baby, let's go to the back You got a lil Prada jumper and some cognac I'm bout to hit this fucking line baby Take me back! Woah Oh Nothing without you Tell me are we through What should we go do? Oh Por tu amor Me muero por tu amor