Lyrics
(Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh...)
Sara from Highland Heights, heels too high (woah-oh!)
Said, "Sit your ass down, boy-it's time to try" (ohhh! ohhh!)
She don't chase, she commands the scene (woah-oh!)
Said, "These baby groupies can't fuck like a queen"
(Ohhh, ohhh!)
Program director, legs in lace (woah-oh!)
Told me, "Open wide and take your place" (ohhh! ohhh!)
She don't scream, she purrs real slow
Said, "Hot for teacher? Let's start the show"
She met me backstage, flashin' that grin
Clip board in hand, but damn that skin (ohhh!)
Said, "I'm from Highland Heights-been watchin' you rise
But tonight, baby, I'm takin' the prize"
No shy looks, no rookie play
She locked the door, made me obey (woah-oh!)
Bent me back with one strong glare
Said, "I'll ride you 'til the young ones stare"
Called me "Mr. Masters," made me beg
Straddled my lap with one crossed leg (ohhh!)
Said, "Lesson one: don't lose your voice"
Then fucked me slow like it was her choice (woah-oh!)
(Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh...)
Sara from Highland Heights, soaked in pride (woah-oh!)
Said, "Your lyrics make 'em come, but I'll make you cry" (ohhh! ohhh!)
She don't blush, she don't wait in line (woah-oh!)
She teaches the class how to fuck just fine
(Ohhh, ohhh!)
She whispered, "You're mine for the night" (woah-oh!)
Then pinned me down under neon light (ohhh! ohhh!)
Took off her glasses, bit her lip
Said, "Time to grade your fuckin' dick"
She rode like rhythm, moved like truth
Said, "Back in Highland Heights, I still own the booth" (ohhh!)
Nails on my back, tongue on my ear
She said, "These girls don't know what I built here"
Called out names as she took control
"Delaney who? Nova's old" (woah-oh!)
Said, "I ain't no fan-I'm your curriculum"
And Patrick, baby, I swear-I couldn't run
(Ohhh, ohhh!)
She said, "Don't thank me, just perform"
Then grinded harder through the storm (woah-oh!)