For Beyonce’s self-tilted fifth album she is giving us one surprise after another. Known for her pristine image and southern gal charm, Beyonce has never been short on sex appeal. However, where she usually serves up her sexual expression in carefully wrapped innuendo like the subliminal boasts of “Ego,” on this latest body of work we are treated to a confident “post-baby-been-married-for-six-years-and-love-to-sex-my-husband” Beyonce that might make “Family Guy’s” Quagmire blush.
Jay Z won. Giggety.
“Drunk On Love”
New sheets, he’d swear that I like washed rags, he wet up
Can’t keep ya eyes off my fatty Daddy I want you
I’m grubbing on the rope, grubbing if you scared, call that reverend Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain right
“Haunted”
My wicked tongue
Where will it be?
I know if I’m onto you
I’m on to you
“BLOW”
I love your face You love the taste That sugar babe, it melts away
Can you lick my skittles That’s the sweetest in the middle Pink that’s the flavor Solve the riddle
When you’re thirsty and need love I give it up ’til I’m empty babe
Bringing work up on top of me I’mma let let you be the boss of me I know everything you want Give me that daddy long stroke
Ooh get a glimpse of this candy paint Don’t slip off when it drip off on top of ya right
“PARTITION”
Driver roll up the partition please
I don’t need you seeing ‘yonce on her knees
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain’t even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged
Oh he so horny, yea he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons, he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinski all on my gown
Oh there daddy, d-daddy didn’t bring the towel
Oh baby, b-baby we slow it down
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain’t even gonna make it to this club
“No Angel”
If there’s candles near your bed, no need for a spell
Stop acting so scared, just do what I tell
First go through my legs, go back on your head
And whatever you want, yeah baby I’ll bet it comes true
“Jealous”
I’m in my penthouse half-naked
I cooked this meal for you naked
So where the hell you at
Just one shot left of this drink, in this glass
Don’t make me break it
“Rocket”
Let me sit this ass
On you
Show you how I feel
Let me take this off
Will you watch me
Yes mass appeal
Don’t take your eyes
Don’t take your eyes off it
Watch it, babe
If you like
You can touch me baby
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