Traffic white traffic
Under your desk we all ride
Traffic white traffic
Under your desk we all ride
(Cool)

Love you know I got my hand in you
Well it makes you shake and breathe so cool
Traffic white traffic
Under your desk we all ride
Traffic white traffic
Under your desk we all ride

(Cool)

It's kinda hard to breathe when you're down there
Images of you in your office wear
My fingers creep above the hem line
We can take it off now 'cause we got time

And you feel like you're gonna die
That's okay 'cause it turns you on
Traffic, white traffic

Love you know I got a hand in you and
Makes you shake and makes you breathe so cool
Love it's cool

We can hide there naked through the door way
And you hunt me down on the stairwell
And then you push and shove and choke me down
Woman, take your love out on the ground

And you feel like you're gonna die
But that's okay 'cause it turns you on, turns you on
Love, I can't stop it when I turn you on

Traffic, white traffic