Honey Gloves

I saw you at the 7-11
and I could have sworn
that you'd fallen from heaven
I don't care where you've been
where you're from
baby, it's all the same
meet me at the Comfort Inn
and we'll play a game
Leave your shame at the door
Don't forget your room key
We'll start by playing
pin the tail on the honkey
Get ready for a night of sticky love
and baby
Don't forget your honey gloves

I hope you brought your honey gloves
'Cause I'm into making sticky love
Turn the lights down low
and I'll take you down below

Our lips meet in the dim room
I want get you on the floor
boom boom boom
at the foot of the bed
we kick off our shoes
No regrets baby
You've got nothing to lose
Articles of clothing flying everywhere
I take of my belt
as you let down your hair
I'm not here to make a friend
or fall in love
So just shut your mouth
and slap on those honey gloves