White Traffic

Traffic white traffic

Under your desk we all ride

Traffic white traffic

Under your desk we all ride



(cool)

Love you know I got my hand in you

Well it makes you shake and breathe so cool

Traffic white traffic



Under your desk we all ride

Traffic white traffic

Under your desk we all ride

(cool)



It's kinda hard to breathe when you're down there

Images of you in your office wear

My fingers creep above the hem line

We can take it off now 'cause we got time



And you feel like you're gonna die

That's ok 'cause it turns you on

Traffic white traffic. . .

Love you know I got a hand in you and



Makes you shake and makes you breathe so cool

Love it's cool

We can hide there naked through the door way

And you hunt me down on the stairwell



And then you push and shove and choke me down

Woman, take your love out on the ground

And you feel like you're gonna die

But that's ok, 'cause it turns you on, turns you on



Love I can't stop it when I turn you on

Traffic white traffic...