No one can separate The bound that we share 'Cause everytime I run and stand It still going nowhere Chorus: I just can't Get over your touch I get a rush It builds up So dangerous The way you hold me It just feels so right I'm hypnotized It's taking over My mind and (Just can't get over your touch) (Chris Classic): The way you move it The way I touch you I'm just proving How good I'll fuck you Off the Richter Off the meter Misses Applebaum, Bonita Know you feel that Where my hands at Makes me not care Where your mans at I have not fear Girl, I'm past that I just want you Asking me 'Where ya' pants at?' In the morning After an evening Lots of moaning Heavy breathing Body's socking Showers steaming Got you open Loud and screaming Call it passion Call it lust Call it classic Call it a must Lay it down deep girl All in your guts Feel the rush That starts With a touch (Chorus) (Chris Classic): Now when I met you Knew I shouldn't Get attached But after one touch It had me coming back Sweat running down The side of your hip I'm tongue Kissing all of your lips I mean all four You on all fours Four Season hotel I'm on tour Just reason To see you some more Even gave you The keys to my door I don't usually Get chicks used to me That's just prove to be Too much drama But girl I wanna meet your mama Make her say 'bout time Just like Obama I got baggage You got baggage We should unpack it Before we stack it Who are we kidding We know our status Had a lot of bad chicks You the baddest