I Like It
I like it, I like it
I like the way you run your fingers through my hair
And I like the way you tickle my chin
And I like the way you let me come in
When your mama ain't there
I like it, I like it
I like the words you say and all the things you do
And I like the way you straighten my tie
And I like the way you're winkin' your eye
And I know I like you
You know I like you
