He's got a thing for fitness, seven days a week
But I don't really care unless he's working out with me
He's got a thing for flowers, but only certain kinds
And by certain kinds I mean, only if it's mineDon't get enough, he don't get enough
I don't get enough, he don't get enough of me
Don't get enough, I don't get enough
He don't get enough, I don't get enoughThere's no innuendos, it's exactly what you think
Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink, ohPink, ohWe get palpitations when the week is slow
Yeah baby, we get anxious mostly on the days we don't
Use physics to fit in our love
Use physics to fit in our love, uah ah
Don't get enough, he don't get enough
I don't get enough, he don't get enough of me
Don't get enough, I don't get enough
He don't get enough, I don't get enoughThere's no innuendos, it's exactly what you think
Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink, ohPink, oh
That he loves the color pinkOpen up your mind
Wanna walk through the corridors and open doors
I wonder if they're pink
Open up your mind
Wanna walk through the corridors and open doors
I wonder if they're pinkDon't get enough, he don't get enough
I don't get enough, he don't get enough of me
Don't get enough, I don't get enough
He don't get enough, I don't get enough
There's no innuendos, it's exactly what you think
Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink, ohPink, oh
Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink, oh
