You came to the appointment, a little tiny space
Candles lit, and burning incense
We chilled on the futon smoking ganja 'til dawn
Hmm, me and you, I'm feelin' the vibes, baby it's on
You showin' yo' mind, I'm showin' you mine
We discussin' supreme mathematics and takin' our time
Reading me with your third eye
Baby no worry, I'm an educated dime
See you touchin' me, and I'm diggin' it actin shy
Full of smiles, we can't help it, but why?
Through our eye contact our mindsets intensify
Fantasizing what's under that Vokal and you between my thighs
See, you want studio time, in and outta town doin shows
I'm studying to be a doctor or a future, who knows?
Listening to Dead Prez rap about "Gettin Free"
And becoming intellectually wealthy
Me and you discussing how to eat healthy
All this seems to be a dream
This young intelligent talented king sittin' next to me
Caressing my mouth with his lips
Timing's right oooh, I'm diggin' this friendship
By the way Boo, whatever you do
Keep it St. Louis
Written by: DAVID BOWIE, IGGY POPLyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC, BUG MUSICLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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