You The Shit, That Makes You My Equivalent

Seriously, as long as Darren Criss keeps the blazer, his character's quality sweetness, the hair, and his sexy sexy swag around (his deep eyes and lips are a given already homies- and you already know I absolutely love a guy who can sing<3), he can most definitely have complete access and authorization to father as many of my love babies as possible. <3lovelovelove.

Prepare yourself for some dirtiness, but I say it's okay because it's balanced out by the contrast of the look of these clean preps. (;


Baby girl, where you at?
Got no strings, got men attached.
Can't stop that feelin' for long no,
Mmm.
You makin' dogs wanna beg,
Breaking them off your fancy legs,
But they make you feel right at home, now.

Ooh,
See all these illusions just take us too long.
Ooh, and I want it bad.
Because you walk pretty,
Because you talk pretty,
'Cause you make me sick
And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'.

Ah,
Oh I swear there's something when she's pumpin',
Asking for a raise.
Oh, well does she want me to carry her home now?
Oh, so does she want me to buy her things?
On my house, on my job,
On my loot, shoes, my shirt,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

Ah,
When I get you alone,
When I get you, you'll know baby.
When I get you alone,
When I get you alone now, it's all mine.

Baby girl, you the shit,
That makes you my equivalent.
Well you can keep your toys in the drawer tonight,
All right.
All my dawgs talkin' fast-
Ain't you got some photographs?
'Cause you shook that room like a star, now.
Yes you did, oh.

Ooh,
Oh and I want you so bad.
Because you walk city,
Because you talk city,
'Cause you make me sick,
And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'.

Ah,
So I pray to something she aint bluffin',
Oh, well does she want me to make a vow?
Check it.
Oh, well does she want me to make it now?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

Ah,
When I get you alone,
When I get you, you'll know baby.