Friday night, Detroit lights,me and my girl yeah, feelin' right.Told her, “Baby, keep it cool tonight.”She gave me that grin...Man, aight.I know that smile.Here we go.Walk through the door, she glide, I follow,lookin' like trouble with a smile to borrow.I say, “Slow down,” she say, “Why bother?”Two steps ahead like, “Come on, follow.”Reach for her hand, she slide from mine,turn with a grin like she planned that line.I step to the left, she step to the right,now we talkin' with our feet all night.She dip, I move, she twist, I chase,little bit of fire all over her face.I pull her close, she slip with grace,come right back like, “Keep that pace.”I say, “Girl, you play too much.”She say, “Boy, you ain't seen enough.”I say, “Oh yeah? You callin' my bluff?”She lean in close:“Better keep up.”She want more I know that grin,every time I catch her, she start again.I say, “Easy.”She say, “What for?”One little tasteand she want some more.More hits!Hit me again withmore hits!One more move,one more spin,every time I catch hershe go again.MORE HITS!MORE HITS!Girl got firein her fingertips.I say, “Enough?”She say, “Not yet!”C'mon, babyGIMME MORE HITS!Now we locked in, face to face,she set that rhythm, I match that pace.I fake one way, she read that play,laugh in my face like, “Not today.”Okay, little mama, I see that game,every new move got a brand-new flame.I talk that slick, she do the same,throw it right back now who got game?She spin away, then swing right back,tap my chest like, “How 'bout that?”I catch that step, come right on track,she raise one brow like, “Boy, that's whack.”I laugh, “You cold.”She say, “You slow.”I say, “I'm good.”She say, “Then show.”Round and round,toe to toe.Every time I think we done...“ONE MORE.”She want more that's how she roll,little bit wild with a whole lotta soul.I say, “You done?”She say, “Not close.”Then bite that smile like:“Who knows?”SHE WANT MORE HITS!More hits!Hit me again withmore hits!One more move,one more spin,every time I catch hershe go again.MORE HITS!MORE HITS!Girl got firein her fingertips.I say, “Enough?”She say, “Not yet!”C'mon, baby —GIMME MORE HITS!Step, slide, dip — she quick with it,talk slick, big grin — she slick with it.I catch one move — she switch with it,think I got the game?She flip that shit.Back to the front,front to the side,she look at me like,“Boy, don't hide.”I match that step,she match that pride,now neither one of uslettin' shit slide.She say, “Too slow.”I say, “Say less.”Pick up the pace,now she impressed.I say, “Got you.”She say, “You guess.”Two seconds laterI'm back in the test.She tease.I tease.No referee.Just her little gameagainst little ol' me.But every timeshe come close to me...Man...that's exactlywhere I wanna be.HIM:“You tired?”HER:“Not me.”HIM:“You lyin'.”HER:“Come see.”HIM:“You trouble.”HER:“Maybe.”HIM:“You crazy.”HER:“Baby...”HIM:“One more?”HER:“Make it two.”HIM:“Why me?”HER:“'Cause I picked you.”HIM:“You don't quit.”HER:“Neither do you.”HIM:Damn...That's true.See, that's us.Little push.Little pull.Little “hell no.”Little “come here, fool.”She got that spark,I got that grin.Every time it ends...we start again.No complaints.No bad night.Just me and my girlgettin' lost in the lights.And when I ask:“Baby, we done yet?”She already laughin'...“Not yet.”SHE WANT MORE HITS!More hits!Hit me again withmore hits!One more move,one more spin,we go out —then we back again.MORE HITS!MORE HITS!Whole damn nighton our fingertips.I say, “Enough?”She say, “Not yet!”I say, “One more?”She say:“YOU BET.”Detroit night.Still side by side.She ain't slowin' down.Neither am I.One more look.One more grin.She say, “Ready?”Baby...Hit me again.
