Lipstick - Tamia

Got on the little dress you like

The champagne is sitting on ice

With strawberries and candle lights

My heels about 7 inch high

The slit is running up my thigh

You the king, daddy, it’s yours tonight

You’re just so turned on that you can’t even breathe

Your fingertips are all over me

No turning around cause

My contour is on the floor, french kisses for mi amor

You whisper to me, «I need some more»

Then you started losing control

Messing up my lipstick, pulling on my hair

Ruining my outfit, I don’t even care

You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man

Nothing but Egyptian cotton on the bed

Don’t you worry bout that, I jut wanna sweat

You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man

You keep on, messing up my lipstick

Ooh you’re messing up my lipstick

You keep on, you keep on messing up my lipstick

The dinner that I prepared for you

Is forgetting cold because we skipped right to

The dessert cause you were in the mood

But later on, I’ll heat it up

I’ll feed you boy, come eat it up

You’re just so turned on that you can’t even breathe

Your fingertips are all over me

No turning around cause

My contour is on the floor, french kisses for mi amor

You whisper to me, «I need some more»

Then you started losing control

Messing up my lipstick, pulling on my hair

Ruining my outfit, I don’t even care

You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man

Nothing but Egyptian cotton on the bed

Don’t you worry bout that, I jut wanna sweat

You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man

You keep on, messing up my lipstick

Ooh you’re messing up my lipstick

You keep on, you keep on messing up my lipstick

See baby, I just wanted to spice it up

Go hard before the night is up

Give you something unexpected

So you can’t say you’ve been neglected

Practice until it’s perfected

Cause pleasing you, that was my goal

So go ahead and lose control, baby

Messing up my lipstick, pulling on my hair

Ruining my outfit, I don’t even care

You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man

Nothing but Egyptian cotton on the bed

Don’t you worry bout that, I jut wanna sweat

You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man

You keep on, messing up my lipstick

Ooh you’re messing up my lipstick

You keep on, you keep on messing up my lipstick

You’re messin' up my lipstick