Take You On - Peaches

I’ve blurred the lines and then I combine

Come round to send garnish fine

I take your kind I’m feelin the signs

And mom want be my valentine

Stop drop and roll cuz you catch my fire

Lock you soul cuz I take you higher

With fire higher not required

Just one desire, gotta call me siya

Can my fist fit down your deepthroat

Gotta tighten up that raincoat

Yes I dropped you on your head

But don’t be sad come back to bed

You’ll be singing back in black

Back to black, back to back

Black is black, blonde on blonde

Little miss song, gonna take you on

I take you on (c'mon) — I take you on (c'mon)

I take you on — I take you on (c'mon)

Take you on take you on take you on (c'mon)

C’mon!!!

Take you on take you on take you on (c'mon)

You can’t mess with me