I don't think it's necessarily about sex. It's about wanting to start the day with some love and affection. Maybe a warm cuddle. I'm not alone in interpreting it that way! For example:
"'Just a Little Lovin’ is a timeless country song originally recorded by Eddy Arnold in 1954. The song, written by Eddie Miller and Jimmy Campbell, explores the delicate nuances of love and showcases Arnold’s emotive vocals. It delves into the universal theme of love and how even the smallest gesture of affection can have a profound impact on our lives." https://oldtimemusic.com/the-meaning-behind-the-song-just-a-little-lovin-by-eddy-arnold/
Aha, aha
It's on your brain again, huh?
It's like a double sin
The way you think about gettin' it in
And I'ma say it again, say it like-like
Aha, aha
It's on your brain again, huh?
It's like a double sin
The way you think about gettin' it in
I'm gettin' in
Ever lay cold in bed at night? (Yeah)
Missin' me 'cause your heart wasn't right
Then you close your eyes and you think of me
Since you can't sleep, 'cause you've been daydreamin'
Wishin' we could get away, get away
You roll up, you po' up liquor
Thoughts won't get away, get away
My number done changed, so we can't talk, so
Now you see me on the television
Then you hear me on the radio
Then you hit my best friend and ask him if he had my number
Then he hit you with the, "hell no"
Thirsty bitch better get away, get away
I'm so sorry, it's so disrespectful
You really need to get away, get away
The crazy part is you don't know I be thinkin' of you
The same time you be thinkin' of me
From stage to studio, to pickin' out new wardrobes
In these showrooms on top floors
Wish I can find time to get away, get away
Shit, I should fly you out
So you can get away, get away
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you
(I be the first thing in your mind baby, yeah)
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
(Let's go smoking in Amsterdam, let's go shopping in Paris)
Mmh (let's go fucking in Tokyo, what you want?)
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
There's gotta be something better to talk about
Ask a stupid question, I'm walking out
I highly doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself, really get away, get away
This the first time that I felt good in a long time
There's gotta be better ways we can get along
I say my opinion, you take it wrong
You always bringin' up you heard about another bitch I was fuckin' on
Sometimes just need me a second girl, you make me wanna get away, get away
Smoke something, drink something, ride around the city
Just get away, get away
Chillin' with the homies, gettin' high 'til I forgot about it
Calling my other bitch on the telephone
Gotta be somewhere better I belong
I'm tired of everybody out here that be tryin' to get me to string along
They don't even know who they fronting on
It's best that you get away, get away
You want fly on a plane with a nigga like me, baby? Get away, get away
Yeah, well I'm trying to do the same thing, let's go
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you
(I be the first thing in your mind baby, yeah)
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
(Let's go smoking in Amsterdam, that's kosher, ain't no better)
Mmh (let's go fucking in Tokyo, what you want?)
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
Uh, look
Fucking with a nigga like me
She gotta be sick in the the head too
Three o' clock, watch the moon, that's the goal
Adios, my heart broken, it hurt, I know it ain't personal
I gotta get away, tryin' to be cool, collected, smooth
But I look at your beautiful gluteus maximus
Toot it and boot it, something grew, who would've knew it
Studying I'ma student, but I'm still stupid
Trying get you Gucci with the real Louis
And I gotta thank the lord 'cause he will do it
For a real nigga who been really on the road movin'
Wanna be alone, tell the whole world get away
I be in my own world, I'm my own man with my old man mind
Inside a young man's body, third eye, third leg, bitch don't stand by me
These are not Versace
They still pulled up on my Drake mink coat, Versace
Your favorite rapper mad, so he copy me
I fucked his bitch up in his bed
He pulled up and I still ain't wanna get away, get away (still)
I've been drinkin' Casamigos with you
Spend a long time, let's get away, get away
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you
(I been to Houston and Atlanta, baby) yeah
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
(Let's go smoking in Amsterdam, let's go shopping in Paris)
Mmh (let's go fucking in Tokyo, what you want?)
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
Haha, haha
It's on your brain again, huh?
It's like a double sin
The way you think about gettin' it in
And I'ma say it again, say it like-like
Haha, haha
It's on your brain again, huh?
It's like a double sin
The way you think about gettin' it in
And I'ma say it again, say it like-like
Aha, aha
It's on your brain again, huh?
It's like a double sin
The way you think about gettin' it in
I'm gettin' in
Ever lay cold in bed at night? (Yeah)
Missin' me 'cause your heart wasn't right
Then you close your eyes and you think of me
Since you can't sleep, 'cause you've been daydreamin'
Wishin' we could get away, get away
You roll up, you po' up liquor
Thoughts won't get away, get away
My number done changed, so we can't talk, so
Now you see me on the television
Then you hear me on the radio
Then you hit my best friend and ask him if he had my number
Then he hit you with the, "hell no"
Thirsty bitch better get away, get away
I'm so sorry, it's so disrespectful
You really need to get away, get away
The crazy part is you don't know I be thinkin' of you
The same time you be thinkin' of me
From stage to studio, to pickin' out new wardrobes
In these showrooms on top floors
Wish I can find time to get away, get away
Shit, I should fly you out
So you can get away, get away
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you
(I be the first thing in your mind baby, yeah)
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
(Let's go smoking in Amsterdam, let's go shopping in Paris)
Mmh (let's go fucking in Tokyo, what you want?)
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
There's gotta be something better to talk about
Ask a stupid question, I'm walking out
I highly doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself, really get away, get away
This the first time that I felt good in a long time
There's gotta be better ways we can get along
I say my opinion, you take it wrong
You always bringin' up you heard about another bitch I was fuckin' on
Sometimes just need me a second girl, you make me wanna get away, get away
Smoke something, drink something, ride around the city
Just get away, get away
Chillin' with the homies, gettin' high 'til I forgot about it
Calling my other bitch on the telephone
Gotta be somewhere better I belong
I'm tired of everybody out here that be tryin' to get me to string along
They don't even know who they fronting on
It's best that you get away, get away
You want fly on a plane with a nigga like me, baby? Get away, get away
Yeah, well I'm trying to do the same thing, let's go
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you
(I be the first thing in your mind baby, yeah)
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
(Let's go smoking in Amsterdam, that's kosher, ain't no better)
Mmh (let's go fucking in Tokyo, what you want?)
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
Uh, look
Fucking with a nigga like me
She gotta be sick in the the head too
Three o' clock, watch the moon, that's the goal
Adios, my heart broken, it hurt, I know it ain't personal
I gotta get away, tryin' to be cool, collected, smooth
But I look at your beautiful gluteus maximus
Toot it and boot it, something grew, who would've knew it
Studying I'ma student, but I'm still stupid
Trying get you Gucci with the real Louis
And I gotta thank the lord 'cause he will do it
For a real nigga who been really on the road movin'
Wanna be alone, tell the whole world get away
I be in my own world, I'm my own man with my old man mind
Inside a young man's body, third eye, third leg, bitch don't stand by me
These are not Versace
They still pulled up on my Drake mink coat, Versace
Your favorite rapper mad, so he copy me
I fucked his bitch up in his bed
He pulled up and I still ain't wanna get away, get away (still)
I've been drinkin' Casamigos with you
Spend a long time, let's get away, get away
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you
(I been to Houston and Atlanta, baby) yeah
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
(Let's go smoking in Amsterdam, let's go shopping in Paris)
Mmh (let's go fucking in Tokyo, what you want?)
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you, ooh, yeah
When we fuck it feel like Vegas
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
Haha, haha
It's on your brain again, huh?
It's like a double sin
The way you think about gettin' it in
And I'ma say it again, say it like-like
Haha, haha
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae
Get Away Lyrics as written by Bryan James Sledge Jid
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Missing Link Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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