| When you come tonight, squeeze me tight | 
| Hold me close, kiss my cheek, caress my soul | 
| Take good care, stroke my hair, make me blush | 
| Go so deep that my mind is fogged | 
| You know it’s been some time since I’ve tried guys this young | 
| Not too many of 'em are honest | 
| But he holds it down, stands his ground, play his move | 
| Doesn’t rush to get into my body | 
| And that’s that shit that I like, like, like, like, like | 
| A man who can open my mind, a man who can open mind | 
| Is it wrong that I really, really, really, really want you? | 
| And there’s no need to ask, you feel it too | 
| Do you, do you, do you feel it? | 
| Do you, do you, do you mean it? | 
| Do you, do you, do you feel it? | 
| Do you, do you | 
| So come tonight, run the lights, say your close | 
| Fuck these hoes, I want your time | 
| Tees and sweats, hair’s a mess, Netflix’s on | 
| Still your eyes are glued to mine | 
| You understand me, and it’s all I need | 
| And that’s that shit that like, like, like, like, like | 
| A man who can open my mind, a man who can open my mind | 
| Is it wrong that I really, really, really, really want you? | 
| And there’s no need to ask, you feel it too | 
| Are you here to rescue me? | 
| Are you here to go and get a check with me? | 
| Are you here to pillow talk? | 
| Or are you here to bounce and pull out when this shit get hard? | 
| Are you here to make shit right | 
| Are you here to loan me your chest when I cry at night? | 
| Are you here to set me up, get me hyped, turn around and just leave my life? | 
| I told him that’s that shit that I’m used to | 
| Don’t blame me for my issues | 
| He know deep inside I really wanna have him | 
| The little things what makes him so attractive | 
| Got him opening and holding doors | 
| Touching me in places like a tourist | 
| That’s that shit that I like | 
| A man who can open my mind | 
| That’s that shit that I like | 
| A man who can open my mind |