Foreplay

I call you, you text back

I said "Why don't you come over here?"

You have your excuses under the table, oh

A good guy, a heartbroken fella

Shy as his red hot Carrera

But he couldn't get his hands on the wheel, oh

All these games we played, all these things we said

Imitations don't work now for you

Small talk in the bed, some just left unsaid

I just don't know what we're heading to

I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?

I like more of a foreplay kind of guy

What kind of guy?

What kind of guy?

I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?

I like more of a foreplay kind of guy

What kind of guy?

What kind of guy?

We used to kick it, you were addictive

Thought this was ordinary love

Making excuses, late calls and kisses

But I won't give in to you

You are the type to keep score

Twenty, twenty four, more

You order some shitty pizza

Leaving to meet girls under bleachers

Boy, I don't wanna give into you

Expose my feelings for you

All these games we played, all these things we said

Imitations don't work now for you

Small talk in the bed, some just left unsaid

I just don't know what we're heading to

I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?

I like more of a foreplay kind of guy

What kind of guy?

What kind of guy?

I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?

I like more of a foreplay kind of guy

What kind of guy?

What kind of guy?

We used to kick it, you were addictive

Thought this was ordinary love