| Maybe it’s your eye, girl |
| It’s something 'bout the way they shine |
| Maybe it’s the feeling |
| Of your skin pressed up against mine |
| Maybe it’s the taste of your lips |
| Or the sway of your hips that makes me stay a long |
| I really can’t tell you what it is But I’m about to lose control |
| Now I know you can have any man |
| And I’ll never take you for granted |
| So let go, whatever you need |
| Girl, you know you can have it Let me count the ways I’m feeling you |
| Sometimes it’s the little things you do The way you lick your lips and call me, Boo |
| Girl, it’s so amazing, I just can’t explain it Let me count the ways you turn me on For when I crave your body when your gone |
| So I put these words into a song 'cause I had to say it Girl, I bless the day that your mama made you |
| Maybe it’s the way every head turns |
| When you walk in, yeah |
| Maybe it’s that when you smile I see |
| The cutest dimples in on your chin |
| Baby, 'cause your love is so unreal |
| The way it makes me feel, I can’t get enough |
| And baby, it’s the way you breath a sigh of relief |
| When you see I’m still there when you wake up I know you can have any man |
| And I never take you for granted |
| Just let go, whatever you need |
| Girl, you know you can have it Let me count the ways I’m feeling you |
| Sometimes it’s the little things you do The way you lick your lips and call me, Boo |
| Girl, it’s so amazing, I just can’t explain it Let me count the ways you turn me on For when I crave your body when your gone |
| So I put these words into a song 'cause I got to say it Girl, I bless the day that your mama made you |
| It’s the taste of your lips, the sway of your hips |
| It’s the that you move when I touch you like this |
| It’s the way that you smile, your sex appeal, your style |
| Don’t stop what you’re doing 'cause you’re driving me wild |
| Now I know you can have any man |
| And I never take you for granted |
| Just let go, whatever you need |
| You know you can have it Let me count the ways I’m feeling you |
| Sometimes it’s the little things you do The way you lick your lips and call me Boo |
| Girl, it’s so amazing I just can’t explain it Let me count the ways you turn me on The way I crave your body when your gone |
| So I put these words into a song 'cause I got to say it Girl, I bless the day that your mama made you |
| Let me count the ways I’m feeling you |
| Sometimes it’s the little things you do The way you lick your lips and call me Boo |
| Girl, it’s so amazing I just can’t explain it |