(N. Downey/S. Walker/S.P. Walker/D. Phillips) WHA?! You can roll it you can pat it You can put it in your oven When it rises, it's a habit Gotta give you some hot lovin' Let's get ya chokin' on what I'm hopin' on I promise you'll love it If you'd like a taste Don't you waste Just 'cause it's rough doesn't mean it's a race You've got the ingredients To whip me into obedience WHA?! CHORUS: It's a lot To take in But honey you are the one That I got my heart set on (Only You) Yes it's true That you're not The first person to make me feel this way But baby you take the cake You should let me put my Charlie In your chocolate factory I'll give you layers upon layers Of my creamy ecstasy With your lady fingers 'round my stinger Beat that sh** like crazy Like a measuring cup Fill you up Tear me up, it's so amazing You've got the experience To drive me f**in' delirious CHORUS You can sift my flour while I grease your pan My frosting's got power, so let me slam Your mouth and down south, baby that's the plan I'll bake you for hours, if you think you can stand--WHA?! WHA?! CHORUS