Can't Explain It

Ll Cool J

Composición de: J.T. Tiny Smith
[LL Cool J] 
Yeah, uh-huh 
Uh-huh, I can't explain it 
... 
You know it's that moment 
It's just that moment 
Y'knahmsayin? I can't explain it 

[Chorus: singers w/ ad libs] 
Can't explain it 
My love when we're together 
You're the greatest, nobody does it better 
When you hold me 
I wish that I could be your, one and only 
Nobody does it better 

[Verse One] 
I understand you want canaries on your hand 
Masterpiece Roley, gold tri-color band 
Cute wedding pictures sittin on the nightstand 
You don't wanna make it happen unless it's the right man 
I know you won't touch me unless you trust me 
You kiss me and hug me but still won't crush me 
I'm kissin on your neck real tender 
Gentle as can be, but you still won't surrender 
Let me kiss your eyes 
Let the smell of the incense enhance the vibe 
I pull back to stare at your eyes 
Sittin there quiet like I'm hypnotized 
We kiss a little more, laugh and smile 
Might even share a lollipop, you know my style 
Kick your Charles Davids off, relax for a while 
Let's pretend that we're walkin down the aisle 
I can't explain it 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Two] 
Straight up, you beautiful B 
I don't think you understand what you doin to me 
On the couch witcha legs crossed, watchin TV 
Shoe hangin off the tip of your foot, you killin me 
Uhh.. then we kiss for real 
I'm fully prepared, I'm already steel 
You go to the bathroom for a second 
I understand baby, I know what you checkin (a-heh-heh) 
That's when you come back and walk to me slow 
That's when you change up and let it all flow 
I'm kissin on your belly ring nice and slow 
I love to take my time, love to give you a show 
Get the warm chocolate syrup to travel below 
Use my ears like handlebars, take control 
Ain't no sense in stayin calm and playin the role 
Baby relax, let me touch your soul 
I can't explain it 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 
My turn to get rocked, lifted out my socks 
with sound effects and whatnot (mmm) 
A little perfume above the right spot, just a touch 
Never too much, I lick it like a Dutch 
Two of my favorite numbers, you know what I mean 
Add 'em up and they equal fifteen 
You the 6... I needed you like a fix 
I can see it my mind, I knew we was gon' click 
I pick up the pace 
You feel the stubble from my beard on your face 
I look at your lips and take a taste 
Switch it up I got my hands on your waist 
We whylin out, we all over the place 
I'm holdin on with a strong embrace 
You holdin on and tryin to keep the faith 
Together we blast to outer space, I can't explain it 

[Chorus]
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