You Don't Have to Go

I try to take it slow But this guy just moves me so If his hands move anymore I think that I might lose control I'm shaking through these clothes He's breathing like he knows That my heart's a little unsure But my body still wants more And I'm hoping

Oh baby, you don't have to go Oh baby, you don't have to go You know I'm gonna pack up baby, down the road I go Whoa baby, what's gettin' wrong with you Whoa baby, what's gettin' wrong with you You don't treat me nothin' girl, like you used to do Wel