Text: Jon B.. Bonafide. Pants Off.

Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you make love to me baby
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you be real to me baby

Messing around again, acting like way back when
We were just beside ourselves with love
Touching your lovely skin, remembering feelings within
To rush the moment could be so hasty when you taste me

Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you make love to me baby
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you be real to me baby

Exploring the most within, if we're in love then is it a sin?
Pushing my thoughts into your dreams, you know what it means
Pouring your body melts and in the morning tell me how it felt
Hope it's just as good for you as you are to me

Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you make love to me baby
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you be real to me baby

Me wanna love you and know you baby
Me wanna get it up for you
Me wanna take my pants off baby
Me wanna get loose with you

Me wanna love and know ya baby
Me wanna take my pants off baby
Me wanna get real nasty baby
Can I get nasty with you, girl?

Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you make love to me baby
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you be real to me baby