Sommerflørt 2 - Sandra Lyng, Kaveh, Arshad Maimouni

Kan du ringe meg opp når du får tid?

Jeg vet du ikke har glemt at jeg var din favoritt

Så jeg forventer at du ringer opp

Og tar deg tid til å møte meg igjen

Og håper at det vil bli no’mer enn en sommerflørt

Opp ned, bak frem, henda i været

Kan kalle den dritten for bryting

Men det e’kke min ting å si ting

Men det e’kke min ting å si ting

Opp ned, bak frem

Fingerne mine gjør jobben

Kan kalle det hyssing

Jeg strikker deg en ullgenser

Jeg strikker deg en ullgenser

Jeg strikker deg en ullgenser

Jeg strikker deg en ullgenser

Veit, veit, veit det er en sommerflørt

Men vil at det skal vare året rundt

Hva er det du tror om K?

Bitch, ta av deg klærne nå

Penger er alt, avtaler tid

Plukker deg opp i Gunnar Greve sin bil

Og vi ruller opp som rizla

Jeg stupa opp i den fitta

Baby liker en svarting

Baby, jeg har en svart ting

Æh på den, baby bare æh på den

Æh på den, baby taså æh på den

Vi er ment for å være

Du er konemateriale

Baby, gi meg no' sukker til de søte barna vi skal lage

Can you call me when you have time?

I know you have not forgotten that I was your favorite

So I expect you to call

And take the time to meet me again

And hope that it will be more than a summer flirtation

Upside down, back forward, hand in the air

Can call that shit wrestling

But it's not my thing to say things

But it's not my thing to say things

Upside down, back forward

My fingers do the job

Can call it twine

I knit you a wool sweater

I knit you a wool sweater

I knit you a wool sweater

I knit you a wool sweater

Know, know, know it's a summer flirtation

But want it to last all year round

What do you think about K?

Bitch, take off your clothes now

Money is everything, make an appointment

Picks you up in Gunnar Greve's car

And we roll up like rizla

I plunged into that pussy

Baby likes a blackout

Baby, I have a black thing

Uh on it, baby just uh on it

Ehh, let's just say I've seen better

We are meant to be

You are wife material

Baby, give me some sugar for the sweet kids we'll make