Spare me; and save me from what I can't see.
You whisper in the phone, softly, you say
You wish that I was there right now.
And you—you're making it hard for me.
You—you're making it hard to breathe.
So, call me up then, Honey. Talk dirty for the money,
And we'll make it all good today.
'Cause I know what to say to make you go crazy.
So, call me up then, lover. Talk dirty to another.
Baby, you give me the chills.
'Cause, Honey, you got the skills to make me go crazy.
And you—you're making it hard for me.
And you—you're making it hard to breathe.
So, call me up.
Talk slow; I'll tell you what I can't show.
With arching backs and curling toes,
I can make you believe I'm there.
And you—you're making it hard for me.
You—you're making it hard to breathe.
So, call me up then, Honey. Talk dirty for the money,
And we'll make it all good today.
'Cause I know what to say to make you go crazy.
So, call me up then, lover. Talk dirty to another.
Baby, you give me the chills.
'Cause, Honey, you got the skills to make me go crazy.
And you—you're making it hard for me.
You—you're making it hard to breathe.
Oils and strokes, but no brushes needed.
We paint a picture so we can read it out loud and free each other now.
We speak low and keep a smooth pace;
I can hear the look on your face. Let's do it again.
So, call me up then, Honey. Talk dirty for the money,
And we'll make it all good today.
'Cause I know what to say to make you go crazy.
So, call me up then, lover. Talk dirty to another.
Baby, you give me the chills.
'Cause, Honey, you got the skills to make me go crazy.
And you—you're making it hard for me.
You—you're making it hard to breathe.
So, call me up.