We meet up every Saturday
Room number seven-o-eight
He gets the champagne ready
And I make sure I ain't late

Ready to, once again, explore
As he begins taking off my clothes
I can feel my heart racing
As the time moves along

I'm sprung on my booty call
I get chills every time he calls
It doesn't feel right
But it doesn't feel wrong
He does more than just turn me on

I'm sprung on my booty call
I get chills every time he calls
It doesn't feel right
But it doesn't feel wrong
He does more than just turn me on

Pressing me up against the wall
He makes sure nothing gets ignored
My body temperature rises
As he wears nothing at all

He's keeping me satisfied
I love the passion I see in his eyes
I can feel the whole word shaking
As he moves deeper inside

I'm sprung on my booty call
I get chills every time he calls
It doesn't feel right
But it doesn't feel wrong
He does more than just turn me on

I'm sprung on my booty call
I get chills every time he calls
It doesn't feel right
But it doesn't feel wrong
He does more than just turn me on

It's more than just a fantasy
More than curiosity
I just want him here with me
It's not infatuation
He's one of God's creations
Oh, I wish that we could be

More than just a fantasy
More than curiosity
I just want him here with me
It's not infatuation
He's one of God's creations
Oh, I wish that we could be

I'm sprung on my booty call
I get chills every time he calls
It doesn't feel right
But it doesn't feel wrong
He does more than just turn me on

I'm sprung on my booty call
I get chills every time he calls
It doesn't feel right
But it doesn't feel wrong
He does more than just turn me on

I'm sprung on my booty call
I get chills every time he calls
It doesn't feel right
But it doesn't feel wrong
He does more than just turn me on

I'm sprung on my booty call
I get chills every time he calls
It doesn't feel right
But it doesn't feel wrong
He does more than just turn me on