*clears throat* You’re still the one that I adore. Ain’t much out there to have feelings for. Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Yours. A few bottles on the table, a few waters. It ain’t a secret, baby, everybody saw us. Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? It’s yours. Next time we fuck, I don’t wanna fuck, I wanna make love. Next time we talk, I don’t wanna just talk, I wanna trust. Next time I stand tall I want to be standing for you. And next time I spend I want it all to be for you oh oh. Peaking, I’m peaking, wake up with me this weekend, weekend no oh. Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? It’s yours.