Let's Get Busy Baby

Mmm! Say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake?

Ay what are you man? Yo man, that is NO way to talk to a woman man

Man! I =BEEN= talkin to girls, man what are you talkin about?

That girl looks =GOOD=

Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said?

Okay, okay, alright, =YOU= show me how to talk to a lady

Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart?

Listen up toots I like your looks

I used to see girls like you in them girlie books

I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet

I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your sihlouette

Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's

Here's my number baby, when you get home, dial it up

I'll be your man and you can be my lady

And YOU can come to my house, and we can get busy baby

Girl.. for..get about your boyfriend, he's nothin but a hassle

You can come with me and cold chill in my castle

Oh what a wonderful time it would be, imagine -

- you and me, in my jacuzzi

Or horseback ridin or we can play tennis

But, the most intimate part will be when it's

Time to eat dinner, we'll go get dressed

And then we'll give a call to Antonie, my private chef

First we'll eat crablegs, by candlelight

Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night

And if the time is right, I'll ask you to be my lady

And we can dip right upstairs and get busy baby

You know since I first met you,

I wanted to let you know how I felt, so I could get you

To treat me like a phone and take me off hold

And make your hero come so I can pour my heart and soul

I can't help but dream about the ultimate life

Two kids, a dog, a goldfish - and you as my wife

We'd have a rosebush, with a white picket fence

And all the neighborhood kids would call me Mr. Prince

And on the lazy Saturday afternoons

Right after me and the kids get finished watching cartoons

We could send them both outside to go playin

And we could spend some time upstairs, get what I'm sayin?

The only problem, that we would have

Is whether or not to drive the Porsche, the Benz, or the Jag

And every night before bed, flip the radio on

And sip Dom Perignon to the quiet storm

Gucci, Louis Vuitton, you want more?

Gloria Vanderbilt or Liz Claiborne

Or Christian Dior from head to foot

The world is yours if you'll be my toots

Ohhh I know what your problem is

Look those other chicks are just good friends

I'll give up my harem if you'll be my lady

C'mon whaddya say, huh? Let's get busy baby

Look, be honest, c'mon, don't lie

Tell the truth - I'm a hell of a guy, right?

Pretty smile, light brown eyes

I've got miles on them other guys, face it

You could search America, Russia or Germany

But never will you find another man equivalent to me

But let's discuss it, perhaps over lunch

About how I'll be your poopsie, and you will be my hunybunch

"Now isn't that special?" Why ain't you widdit?

You'll be my only girl, yeah, that's the ticket

Life's a risky business, babe you know the deal

Sometimes you just gotta say what the hell

Now is that time, roll for the money

Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey

Girl, you know you drivin me crazy

So how bout it, come on, let's get busy baby