He was hard as a rock, but I was ready to roll
what a shock to find out, I was in control of the situation
I didn´t need no time or destination.

He said “Say you look divine, have I met you before?”
I said “Your place or mine?”, it´s getting hard to be sure, of an invitation
In these times of casual, quick relations

Chorus
Go, Baby, go
Get it on boy, show what you know
Oh, there´s a fire down below
So go Baby, go!
It doesn´t matter to me

He thought I´d be impressed by his rotating bed
Such a woman suppressed surely needs to be led
to complete elation
And I´ve had my share of conversation

Chorus
Go, Baby, go
Get it on boy, show what you know
Oh, there´s a fire down below
So go Baby, go!
It doesn´t matter to me; no, no, no

He had four on the floor, and I was ready to clutch
I said “Give me some more”,
He said “You´re too much
for my inclination. And I´ve had my share of invitations” (or imitations)

Chorus
Go, Baby, go
Get it on boy,
show what you know
Oh, there´s a fire down below
So go Baby, go!
It doesn´t matter to me; no, no

Oh, Butterboy!

Go, Baby, go
Get it on boy,
show what you know
Oh, there´s a fire down below
So go Baby, go!
It doesn´t matter to me; no, no, no

repeat