Text: Chante Moore. Precious. Sexy Thang.

How can I tell you, how you've touched my life,
I have no words to describe you,
Do you remember when you wrote "i love you" in my hand?
I thought to myself "this is the man",
There's something about you.

You've got that sexy thang goin' on,
You've got that sexy thang goin' on,
You've got that sexy thang.

Don't you know exactly what drew me to you,
Was it your sexy eyes that see right through me.
Or was it your caress that provides without words or contest,
That you know and I know you're the best,
There's something about you.

You've got that sexy thang goin' on,
You've got that sexy thang goin' on,
You've got that sexy thang.

My love's automatic, when it comes to you,
I'm at your command, there's nothing I won't do,
Claim me as your own, I don't mind possession,
You know and I know, you're my obsession.

You've got that sexy thang goin' on,
You've got that sexy thang goin' on,
You've got that sexy thang.

Ever since that day I met you baby,
You've had it goin' on,
Don't know how you do it baby,
But you know how to turn me on,
You've got it goin' on,
And I like what is goin' on,
You've got it goin' on baby,
It's in the way you talk,
You know, you've got that sexy thang,
So sexy.

My love is automatic when it come to you,
There's nothing that I won't do,
Call my name all night and day,
All I do is want you baby,

You've got it goin' on,
You've got it,
You've got it,
You've got it,
Hey you, you've got it,
You've got it