Farmer's Daughter

The farmers daughter got a one track mind.

Give me some time to let me show you, baby.

Yo' daddy's in the house; he ain't lookin'.

I noticed you been peekin' at me, suga.

I wanna hit you, girl, behind the haystacks.

Ya finger lickin', like a funky chicken,

And I know ya like when I do that.

You can have my cars and my money,

'Cause all I need is what ya make me feel,

And I love ya.

You and me; word to mom,

Still checkin' each other out, hey.

You and me, take ya to the sexiest places.

Still, we got time for a little... Watch your mouth.

Oh, my bad, hope ya will spend the night.

We can do things we never even tried, mmmmmm.

Oh, farmer's daughter,

Child, you know what I want.

Apple, peaches, pumpkin pie.

That's the way you tasted inside, well,

Suga, tell me something good;

I would eat you if I could.

Saturday, we can freak in the woods,

And I'm gonna take you downtown on, say, Tuesday.

Oo, it good.

Alright now, express yourself.

Ah baby, alright.