Let's Get Busy Baby

Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
 Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
 Man I been talkin to girls, man what are you talkin about
 That girl looks good
 Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said
 Okay, okay, alright you show me how to talk to a lady
 Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
 Listen up toots I like your looks
 I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
 I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet
 I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette
 Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's
 Here's my number baby, when you get home, dial it up
 I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
 Girl forget about your boyfriend, he's nothin but a hassle
 You can come with me and cold chill in my castle
 Oh what a wonderful time it would be, imagine you and me, in my jacuzzi
 Or horseback riding or we can play tennis
 But, the most intimate part will be when it's time to eat dinner, we'll go get dressed
 And then we'll give a call to antoin my private chef
 First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
 Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
 And if the time is right, I'll ask you to be my lady and we can dip right upstairs and get busy baby
 You know since I first met you,
 I wanted to let you know how I felt, so I could get you to treat me like a phone and take me off hold
 And make your hero come so I can pour my heart and soul
 I can't help but dream about the ultimate life
 Two kids, a dog, a goldfish and you as my wife
 We'd have a rosebush with a white picket fence
 And all the neighbourhood kids would call me Mr. Prince
 And on the lazy Saturday afternoons
 Right after me and the kids get finished watching cartoons
 We could send them both outside to go playin
 And we could spend some time upstairs, get what I'm sayin
 The only problem, that we would have is whether or not to drive the Porsche, the Benz, or the Jag
 And every night before bed, flip the radio on and sip Dom Perignon to the quiet storm
 Gucci, Louis Vuitton, you want more
 Gloria Vanderbilt or Liz Claiborne or Christian Dior from head to foot
 The world is yours if you'll be my toots
 Oh I know what your problem is
 Look those other chicks are just good friends
 I'll give up my harem if you'll be my lady
 C'mon what do you say, ha
 Let's get busy baby
 Look, be honest, come on, don't lie
 Tell the truth I'm a hell of a guy, right
 Pretty smile, light brown eyes
 I've got miles on them other guys, face it
 You could search America, Russia or Germany but never will you find another man equivalent to me
 But let's discuss it, perhaps over lunch about how I'll be your poopsie, and you will be my hunnybunch
 Now isn't that special
 Why ain't you widdit?
 You'll be my only girl, yeah, that's the ticket
 Life's a risky business, babe you know the deal
 Sometimes you just gotta say what the hell
 Now is that time, roll for the money
 Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey
 Girl, you know you driving me crazy
 So how bout it come on let's get busy baby