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I make you weak at the knee-eee-eee-eees!! |
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Ah come along, ah we gonna jam |
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Ah come along, ah won't me hold your hand, yaiiiiie |
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Ah come along, it'll be so nice |
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[E.S.T.] |
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I won't beat around the bush but come right up front |
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Miss Thang, you know you got sumtim I want |
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It ain't your daddy's money, I got my own flunkies |
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It's to get you all alone doin that funky |
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To play footsie and tickle your soul |
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Cause I can get sweeter than a tootsie roll |
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So good to it that you wanna leave never |
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But feel what's real always and forever |
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You want me for all the things I do |
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Workin to the phone for crazy you |
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Girl you inspire, me to perspire |
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Lost in the force of Earth Wind & Fire |
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Turn off the lights click on a slow tape |
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And I'ma show ya, just why they call me great |
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In a snowstorm baby it'll be a hundred degrees |
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Bakin ya, makin ya weak at the knees |
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[Chorus:] |
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I make ya weak at the knees |
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I make you feel all right, yeaaaaaaah |
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I make ya weak at the knees |
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I make you feel all right, yaaowwwww, so |
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[E.S.T.] |
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So don't tease me baby stop messin around |
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Make me get up so I can get on down |
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I wanna please you til it's almost unbearable |
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Fire and desire in me somethin terrible |
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I'm never done lazy |
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(I make you feel like you never had in your life, baaaaabe) |
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I don't know if you ready or not |
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Or how you will react if you're put on the spot |
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But I go for broke cause I ain't no joke |
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In the mix doin tricks never missin a stroke |
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If you were Hollywood then I would strive for fame |
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Untamed as I make you call out my name |
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Cause I'm the host with the most |
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Your head might hurt, from it steady hittin the bedpost |
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Think you wanted rhyme but I'm down to drop |
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And go the whole nine yards you hear, "Baby don't stop!" |
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Tears for Fears, from beggin me please |
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Takin all you can stand til you're weak at the knees |
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[Interlude:] |
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Well I heard, that you were hard to satisfy momma |
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Well I heard, other men tried and weren't gettin none |
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Well I heard, that what they say about you's really true |
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But I heard, that you got a special rap from me too |
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Tell ya what momma |
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[Chorus +] (momma you hear me don't you hear me sing) |
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[E.S.T.] |
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You look tasty and baby I want a taste |
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So let the titties pour down upon my face |
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Back is arched and my muscles flex |
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I know you're all the way live, don't play Memorex |
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How could it be wrong, to love so right |
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Throughout the morning, evening, noon and night |
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Go for days in God's most precious creation |
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I ain't weak for freaks I'ma want temptation |
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Revealing, my Sexual Healing |
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And like Toyota, Oh What a Feeling |
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Out on the prowl won't make a peep |
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But get Knee Deep, now how's that for steep |
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Drench you more than the seven seas |
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I'm like a motor overheating pour your antifreeze |
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Comin at cha with three bachelor degrees |
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Certifying me for makin you weak at the knees |
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[Chorus: with varations to moaning, then scatting afterwards] |
