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This flight is only an hour
Feel like the whole damn day
Baby I'm on my way
I see you at the baggage claimJust like a flower
Girl you're so beautiful
Utterly sexual
Nobody else feels the sameAnd all I really wanna do is stay in the bed
You know I love it when you play with my head
I just want it all day
All night, all day
Give me your body
All day, all night
All day, all night
I just want it all day
All night, all day
What you do baby
All day, all night
All day, all nightSeem like we've been here for hours

Maybe we should go somewhere
Maybe we should do something else
Maybe we should leaveBut then here comes the power
Your body starts wining
Then in no time we
We back under the sheets
(It's like we hooked on something baby)
And all we wanna do is stay in the bed
We give it to each other straight from the headI just want it all day
All night, all day
Give me your body
All day, all night
All day, all night
I just want it all day
All night, all day
What you do baby
All day, all night
All day, all nightBaby I don't wanna leave
It's like they take away my head every time I go
So baby can you take it slow mama
Way down low 'cause I need some more before
I go catch my flightAnd I wish I didn't have to go
I wanna stay in the bed
And that's straight from the head
You give me that head, give me that head() x2
I just want it all day
All night, all day
Give me your body
All day, all night
All day, all night
I just want it all day
All night, all day
What you do baby
All day, all night
All day, all night
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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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