| So many times | |
| Tell me your favorite and | |
| I'll tell you mine | |
| Here we go, | |
| Here we go, | |
| Here we go, | |
| Here we go | |
| Remember when we started having sex | |
| Remember when | |
| I first got it wet | |
| Call after call tryin to hook it up | |
| Remember when we thought it was love | |
| Fussin and fightin all of the time | |
| Remember when | |
| I said it was mine | |
| I can think of numerous times | |
| On your couch, on your porch, takin my time | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| You always unlock myself | |
| Oh you know you do me so well | |
| Come before breakfast you know what | |
| I wantI like it from the back to the front | |
| You never pulled no stunts | |
| We might make love and then not speak for months[CHORUS:] | |
| There's so many times | |
| So many times | |
| We done hooked up, so many times | |
| Tell me your favorite and | |
| I'll tell you mine | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| There's so many times | |
| Tell me your favorite and | |
| I'll tell you mine | |
| Remember when we went on the lake | |
| You wasn't scared of the snakes | |
| Out in the woods, nobody but us | |
| There was no reason to rush | |
| Down on the ground, dirt all around | |
| I still remember the soundsand everytime you wear your braids | |
| I get flashbacks of the day at lake | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| Cool me down before | |
| I meltYou know how good that it felt | |
| In the back of the truck at the mall | |
| So many times | |
| I recallBut it | |
| I had to choose one | |
| I would go with the day you almost had me sprung[CHORUS:] | |
| There's so many times | |
| So many times | |
| We done hooked up, so many times | |
| Tell me your favorite and | |
| I'll tell you mine | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| There's so many times | |
| Tell me your favorite and | |
| I'll tell you mine | |
| Moan and Groan on the floor | |
| Tossin, Turnin, and | |
| PushinTo and to the flutish | |
| Being wit you is a fetish | |
| You think it'll stop girl forget it | |
| Positions are invented | |
| I can see us at a weddin | |
| Speaking of you tryin to get it | |
| We both are like magnetsbecause we're always attachin | |
| Both of us gotta have it | |
| Plus we keep each other laughin | |
| You never can tell what'll happen | |
| Always stickin and jabbin | |
| All over scratchin and grabbin | |
| I don't think | |
| I'll ever break this habit[CHORUS:] | |
| There's so many times | |
| So many times | |
| We done hooked up, so many times | |
| Tell me your favorite and | |
| I'll tell you mine | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| I want it like | |
| I'm fresh out of jail | |
| There's so many times | |
| Tell me your favorite and | |
| I'll tell you mine |