Instruments
Ensembles
Opera
Composers
Performers

Lyrics: Brian McKnight. I Remember You. On The Floor.

The bed gives
The cupboard might break underneath you
Hard as I try, ooh
The table will shake
Could break a leg when I do, what I do
I'm all about mine

Consider the love we made
When pleasure can be found
In and all around
The right place is on the floor
Why don't we get down on the floor?
I won't leave you wanting for more
If we get down on the floor
On the floor, yeah

Comfortable spot when I get you hot
A place to lay your head
Was it Socrates who said, "Good to the last drop, lady"
Ohh, you're so sweet from your head to your feet
Face is turnin' red
Now my appetite's away

Consider the love we made
When pleasure can be found
In and all around
The right place is on the floor
Why don't we get down on the floor
I won't leave you wanting for more
If we get down on the floor
On the floor, yeah

When you're satisfied
That's when I'll give you more
It's gonna rain, let it pour
And if you're gonna stay
And you're willing to play
It's time that we openly, honestly
Get on the floor

On the floor, yeah
On the floor, yeah
On the floor, yeah
On the floor
Floor, on the floor, yeah
On the floor
On the floor, yeah