作曲 : Tom Goss
 作词 : Tom Goss
Those thighs,
They caught my eye.
They got that size.
Carry me away.
And now I'm woke.
Cause you're swole.
I'm yours to own,
Forever and a day.
I know that magazines,
Those Miss Universe queens,
Say beauty's every lean,
Well they ain't right.
Cause you, you're round in all the right places.
Your gut, your chest, your face is,
So sweet I can't contain it.
And you, your hand up on my waist is
Much more than I can take in.
I'm trapped, I ain't complaining.
That derriere.
I cannot help but stare.
It's plump enough to share
And it's on my mind.
And those Flinstone feet
On dem calves of meat
Walking you to me
And I'm on fire.
Cause you, you're round in all the right places.
Your gut, your chest, your face is,
So sweet I can't contain it.
And you, your hand up on my waist is
Much more than I can take in.
I'm trapped, I ain't complaining.

You're David to me.
Sheer masterpiece.
I'm on my knees.
I'm begging and pleading.
You're David to me.
Sheer masterpiece.
I'm on my knees.
Lord have mercy.
Cause you, you're round in all the right places.
Your gut, your chest, your face is,
So sweet I can't contain it.
And you, your hand up on my waist is
Much more than I can take in.
I'm trapped, I ain't complaining.
Cause you, you're round in all the right places.
But your heart is where I'm safest.
Relax, let's see where this takes us.
Where this takes us
Where this takes us...
Where this takes us...