LETTERMAN

Oh, girl, put your hands on me 'Cause I gave you my letterman now, yeah 'Cause it's 32 out It's cold outside in Washington DC It's been a few weeks since you've seen me But I never left yo' mind (yo' mind) Don't forget that night Took me to the speakeasy Talk to me nice and easy Talk to me nice and easy, girl You always let me win, let me win Think about all the times that I would walk away and pray to him You always let me win, let me win Think about all the times that I would walk away and pray to him Oh, girl, put your hands on me 'Cause I gave you my letterman now, yeah 'Cause it's 32 out Oh, girl, put your hands on me 'Cause I gave you my letterman now, yeah 'Cause it's 32 out God can judge but I won't let you try me Pickin' on me now but that's behind me This was something good but now I'm finding Reflections in my rearview mirror keep blinding, ow Your eyes just talk too well, need to focus on yourself I'm wishing you the best but please don't bring me down She likes sex 'til like five in the morning (oh) Rain just pouring (ah) Rain just pouring (ah) She likes sex 'til like five in the morning (oh) Rain just pouring (ah) Rain just pouring (ah) She likes sex 'til like five in the morning (oh) Rain just pouring (ah) Rain just pouring (ah) She likes sex 'til like five in the morning Rain just pouring Rain just pouring, ah