[Verse 1: Stephanafro]

Do you ever feel life gets a little too frisky?

I bring back a swing full of intimate love in your head

I'm not sure if it's the right move to bring it all back

To the front of the set with the voice of the pack

But I can't say I feel like we need to get

Down with the beat

[Verse 2: Stephanafro]

One, two, three, four

Out the door

Then a five, six, seven, eight

Stayed too late

Don't bring a bat, I don't want to hit it

Get too close, and you might get bit

Boy, I'm not here to yank on your chains

I'm not cut to be your secretary

Your trivial pleasure's secondary

Boy, I'm not here to pull on your reins

I'm not one to be imaginary

'Cause fantasy's only temporary

[Verse 3: Stephanafro]

Eyes up, asserting

Hands out, and flirting

Every time I look around and see the same thing

Everybody playing to the same old routine

I know I'm stuck

I'm searching for a way to maybe try my luck, oh no

I know it's tough

I'm looking for an answer to a question I don't know

I can't cut through

This feeling that I think I'll never be enough for you

This point of view

Is broken, but I feel I need to prove something to you

[Verse 4: Stephanafro]

I guess you're feeling that your life could be a little more frisky?

I'll hold back this piece of my heart if it means you'll have fun

I'm not sure if it's the right move to show you I care

By performing your script with a passion I don't share

But I guess I won't know until I try to get

Down with the beat

[Verse 5: Stephanafro]

But no, I'm not a perfect little angel either

Oh, a bit of spice can be a little sweeter

I'll take you back and I'll show you around

I'll go and take you on a trip so, come on, join if you're down

Don't hold it back now, you're gonna have fun

The party's only starting, yeah, we've barely begun

Start it slow, don't pick up the tempo

Play the strings, criss-cross the fiddle, get a little

Spice so nice it's twice, thrice, an encore

Scream your name, there's no need to say more

Turn it up, the thrill should be fatal

Light a fire, and turn on the tables

Your face is red, my head's overstimulated

Words can't do enough to communicate it

Dance into the light of the limelight

Strike a pose 'cause you are my nightlife

Be a spy, and I'll be the bad guy

Do or die, we'll aim for the bullseye

I don't know what it means

But does it even really matter when we're plotting our schemes?

It's storming through my veins

A little water to my wind, we'll make a hurricane

[Verse 6: Stephanafro]

Shake it up to the ebb and the flow

Tug on a collar, make ya holler

If you know, then you know

We'll play till the morning light

But if you get a bit too close you'll feel my

Spider bites