“What’s Your Fantasy?” Verse II

I wanna get you in the bathtub
With the candles lit; you give it up till they go out
Or we can do it onstage at the Ludacris concert
’Cause you know it got sold out

I would like to conjoin genitals in the bathing tub

With candles lit; intercourse me until their wicks exterminate.

Or we can fornicate onstage at one of my very own concerts,

Which of course sold out every seat!

Or red carpet, dick could just roll out
Go ’head and scream, you can’t hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Runnin the train when it’s hot or when it’s cold out

Or we may conjoin on the red carpet of an awards ceremony;

My penis could suddenly be released of its vestments!

Feel free to shriek your rapture—I know you won’t be able to sustain yourself!

We can even pleasure ourselves in a downpour.

Several of my colleagues and I will intercourse you 
Despite the external temperature!

How ’bout up in the library on top of books?
But you can’t be too loud
You wanna make a brother beg for it
Give me TLC ’cause you know I be too proud

Another location to consider: In the library, on top of volumes of literature;

However, because of the fact we’re in a library, you must remain quiet.

You wish to make an African-American male beg for your sexual privileges;

Please just bestow upon me tender loving care,

Because you know I am too proud to beg!

We can do it in the White House
Try’n-a make them turn the lights out 
Champagne with my campaign,

Let me do the damn thing
What’s my name? What’s my name? What’s my name?

We can philander even in the White House—home of the President!

I’ve been asking the nearest guard whether they may lower the lights.

My presidential campaign would feature champagne for those who voted for me.

Excuse me, security personnel, just let my lady and I couple here!

What is my name? What is my name? What is my name?

The sauna, Jacuzzi, in the back row at the movies
You can scratch my back and rule me
You can push me and just pull me
On hay in the middle of the barn (woo)

Or rose pedals on the silk sheets
Eating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off of her feet

We can also breed in a sauna, a Jacuzzi-brand whirlpool spa,

Or in the back row at the local theatre.

I will allow you to scratch my back and govern me.

You may push or pull me in your revelry.

We may even do it in a barn, on a haybale,

Or upon a luxurious bedstead, with rose pedals spread across silk sheets.

We can enjoy fresh fruits during our act

—Sir, your woman will swoon from pleasure!