night I called youYou weren't even homeNeeded someone to

ooohOooh, ooohAhhh, ahhhAhhh, is not religion, but common

Prince and got a box o' chocolates that'll rock

know you are out thereI can feel your eyes

Somebody's got it twistedDon't ask againMy love-makerOh, ohI got what it

1: will walk this road, I will, I willIt's

I be diggin’ me some head though, manWhat's the matter with

a month of just being alone he said, "I

I'm a mother that gave birth young, so what about itDoes

you found meGood, I'm gladThis is PrinceThe cool of

Carmel-coated pseudo happyCall her sticky wickedWill she answer again todayOr pray

been wondering what to wearI love our noon rendezvousI

don't have to be beautiful to turn me onI

Yeah, I used to be just like youSummertime in New YorkWalkin'

never meant to cause you any sorrowI never meant

guess you know me well, I don't like winterBut

Dig, if you will, the pictureOf you and I engaged in

I, I, I(Erotic City)(Erotic of my purple lifeI've

So what's up?Did U forget I was here?What makes U look

VerseGive me space...*whoop*They tellin us to segregateThey bringin back apartheid6 foot