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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Programming
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Tony Scales
Tony Scales
Songwriter
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
Kriss Johnson
Kriss Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kajun
Kajun
Producer
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Recording Engineer
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Brian Pedersen
Brian Pedersen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Welcome to my sex room
Welcome to my sex room
Ha, welcome to my little sanctuary
You been lookin' so good all day
And you really gotta **** pretty anxious, baby
Better call your boss, tell him that your daddy's home
Take a couple days off and take it off and leave
Nothin' but your t-shirt and panties on
Feeling high but I'm hung real low
Lookin' sorta like a tripod
So power down your cell phone
And power up your iPod
Power down your inhibitions
And power up your inner freak (Yes, fuck)
Is that only words that you finna speak
It's about to get real X-rated
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
But enough about me
Let me think, should I be worryin' about if I can handle you
Damn right, I'ma get that thing
And I'ma put my name on it
All night, I'ma whip that thing
All State better put a claim on it (My sex room)
I claim my territory
My tongue finna mark you up
You could be my firecracker
My tongue finna spark you up (My sex room)
Get ready for blast off
Waterfalls gon' splash off
You might lose around four or five pounds
So get ready to sweat your ass off
Welcome to my sex room
Where your body meets my body
This our private after party
If you want it, girl, I got it
In my sex room
Candles in the room set your body to soul
From the bed down to the floor
Sex room
Mirrors in the head board
Even got cam girl
Baby, won't you dance in my sex room
Where your body meets my body
It's our private after party
If you want it, girl, I got it
In my sex room
Let the candles burn
I'ma turn these lights down
And when your body gets hot
It'll get you licked up and iced down (Sex room)
Nipples hard as rocks
Lips as soft as cotton
You the apple of my eye
And I got you spoiled rotten
I'ma get my video camera
Let's make a movie, baby
You the star, so as soon as I press record
You got's to do me, baby
You can stare all in the mirror
Take a peak at how good you lookin'
I'ma have your body smokin'
Take a look at what Luda's cookin'
My arm underneath your leg
Legs all behind your head is how I gots to get ya
Right hand, left hand on red in the bed
Like we been playin' Twister
Now I got you tangled up
And you caught all in my web
Should I let you loose? Naw
I think I'll get the blindfold instead
You better get a couple towels, baby
'Cause we about to slip and slide
You don't ever need a horse or a saddle
I'ma give you this dick to ride
I'ma grant your every wish
And fulfill your fantasy
Ain't nobody else allowed in the sex room
It's only you and me
Welcome to my sex room
Where your body meets my body
It's our private after party
If you want it, girl, I got it
In my sex room
Candles in the room set your body to your soul
From the bed, down to the floor
Sex room
Mirrors in the headboard
Even got a camcorder
Baby, won't you dance in the sex room
Where your body meets my body
It's our private after party
If you want it, girl, I got it
Listen to what your body sayin'
We can do it every other kind of way
Hit it in the sun, up in the shade
Tell me what it is, I got you, babe
Baby, let's hop up in the shower
Baby, let me snatch you up off that towel
Let me get a vowel
I-O-U
So I-E-U means I eat you
Come into this room
You know what I'ma do
Grab my body tight
Don't let me go, go
How you want it bad
Just let me know
In my sex room
Know that I want it
Legs in the air
With your toes pointed
So, baby welcome to my sex room
Where your body meets my body
Where your body
It's our private after party
Meets my body
If you want it, girl, I got it
If you want it, I got it
In my sex room
In my sex room
Candles in the room set your body to soul
And I'm so, to your soul
From the bed down to the floor
My sex room
Mirrors in the head board
Look at yourself
Even got a Camcord
Look at yourself
Baby, won't you dance in the sex room
Baby, won't you dance? Shake that ass
Where your body meets my body
It's our private after party
If you want it, girl, I got it
In my sex room
Whoa, whoa
I got it right here, in my sex room
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Composer Author Unknown, Kriss Johnson, Tony Scales, Tremaine Neverson, Troy Taylor
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