Lyrics

Let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street; He was standing all shaky, hands all sweaty, and he could hardly speak I might as well take a minute or two put you onto some game; You got a boy like him, a man like me, and that's just not the same Never mind an SMS What you need is a sweet caress Everybody wanna talk too much But what you need is a special touch Ooh, girl, wouldn't that feel right? A little dinner with a candlelight And really when it comes down to it, pick a man that's down to fight I'll give you bonafied lovin', (Oh, oh, oh-oh!) The type that makes me feel old I'll give you bonafied lovin', (Oh, oh, oh-oh!) The type that makes me feel old Let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the road; He was standing all shook, couldn't even look, and I was extra cold I might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks 'Cause you can't compete with a man like me, and that's just how it works Look This comes as no surprise What you need is an older guy With a little bit of life experience The right clothes and the right appearance Ooh, girl, wouldn't that feel nice? Hot dinner with a candlelight And really when it gets down to it, pick a man that's down to fight I'll give you bonafied lovin', (Oh, oh, oh-oh!) The type that makes me feel old I'll give you bonafied lovin', (Oh, oh, oh-oh!) The type that makes me feel old (Ow!) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! I'll give you bonafied lovin' The type that makes me feel old I'll give you bonafied lovin' The type that makes me feel old (Ow!)