I wanna tell you bout my good thing,
I aint disclosing no names,
But he is a good friend.
I ainÚFFFF92t gonna tell you where he comes from.
If I tell you you wont come again.
I aint gonna tell you nothing that I do will but I know.
Now let me tell you about my girl.
I open up a newspaper and what do I see?
See my girl looking at me.
And when she walks she walks.
And when she talks she talks.
And when she looks at me in the eye,
SheÚFFFF92s my baby I wanna make her mine.
Tell me baby what you want me to do.
And if you want me to love you,
Love some other man too.
AinÚFFFF92t gonna call me Mr. Pitiful.
I dont need no respect from nobody no.
I aint gonna tell you nothing I canÚFFFF92t tell you no more.
SheÚFFFF92s my baby let me tell you I love her so.
And shes the woman I really wanna love and let me tell you more,
SheÚFFFF92s my baby she lives next door.
SheÚFFFF92s the one a woman the one a woman that I know.
I ainÚFFFF92t gonna tell you one thing that you really ought to know,
But sheÚFFFF92s my baby and I love her so.
SheÚFFFF92s the one that really makes me whirl and twirl.
And shes got the kind of love that makes me fill the whole world.
SheÚFFFF92s the one that makes me jump and shout.
Shes the kind of girl letÚFFFF92s me know what itÚFFFF92s all about.
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