Sexy M.F. (Live at Glam Slam, 1992)

Lyrics

[Intro: Prince & Levi Seacer Jr.] One, two, three, shocka In a word or two, it's you I wanna do No, not your body, your mind, you fool Come here, baby, yeah You sexy motherfucker [Verse 1: Prince] We're all alone in a villa on the Rivier' That's in France on the south side, in case you care Out of all your friends, I wanna be the closest That's why I tell you things, so you'll be the most When it comes to life, to be this man's wife You got to be well educated on the subject of fights I mean the prevention of, in other words It's R-E-A-L, meaning of this thing called love Are you up on this? If so, then you can get up, a hug and a kiss Come here, baby, yeah [Chorus: Prince & Levi Seacer Jr.] Come here, baby, yeah You sexy motherfucker Come here, baby You sexy motherfucker [Verse 2: Prince] Tell me whatcha eat, tell me whatcha like Tell me whatcha do,I might cook for you See, it really don't matter, 'cause it's all about me and you, huh Ain't no one else around I'm movin' with the blindfold, gagged and bound I don't mind, see this ain't about sex It's all about love being in charge of this life and the next Why all the cosmic talk? I just want you smarter than I'll ever be When we take that walk [Chorus: Prince & Levi Seacer Jr.] Come here, baby, yeah You sexy motherfucker Come here, baby, yeah You sexy motherfucker [Ad lib: Prince] Horns, stand up, please I like it, I like it [Bridge: Prince] You seem perplexed I haven't taken you yet Can't you see I'm harder than a man could get? I got wet dreams comin' out of my ears I get hard if the wind blows your cologne near me But I can take it, 'cause I want the whole nine This ain't about the body, it's about the mind [Chorus: Prince & Levi Seacer Jr.] Come here, baby, yeah You sexy motherfucker Oh yeah yeah Come here, baby, yeah You sexy motherfucker [Ad lib: Prince & Levi Seacer Jr.] Tommy Barbarella in the house Yo Tommy, yo Tommy Levi Yeah? Levi Yeah? Fly Stay with me, y'all, I'm right here [Refrain: Damon Dickson & Kirk Johnson, Prince] Sexy motherfucker, shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass Sexy motherfucker, shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass Talk Tony; horns Sexy motherfucker, shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass Sexy motherfucker, shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass Tony whatcha got to sat about it? [Verse 3: Tony M.] Guard your folks and get your daughter The sexy motherfucker's so fine I could drink her bathwater A long, leggy 5 foot 8, packing an ass as tight as a grape I wanted to spit my game, but I said to myself Hmm, just conversate, 'cause I'm usually quite the calm one You never found me out prowling, boy, I'm just havin' fun I'm happy to change my state of mind for this behind I bet that if you threw that ass into the air it would turn into sunshine [Refrain: Damon Dickson and Kirk Johnson] Sexy motherfucker, shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass Sexy motherfucker, shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass [Outro: Prince] Minneapolis, what you got to say? (You sexy motherfucker) Awww shit (You sexy motherfucker) Oooh ooh, say it again, I do not believe it, come on come on (You sexy motherfucker) I knew you thought so, come on come on, one more, say it (You sexy motherfucker) Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker Keep singin' come on, come on (You sexy motherfucker) (You sexy motherfucker) (You sexy motherfucker) (You sexy motherfucker) On the one