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The way she's walkin', |
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Starts talkin' among the boys hangin' out |
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They want to take her out |
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But she won't have a thing to do with nobody but me. |
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The way she's looking got those hips cooking |
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Got their heads turning, got their hearts burning |
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But she won't have a thing to do with nobody but me |
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Now, she won't have a thing to do |
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With nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me, |
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She's my woman, she's my lover |
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Ain't nobody gonna get no part of her |
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They can look but they can't touch |
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The woman |
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I lay down at night and love. [Instrumental] |
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Ain't no danger of a stranger ever getting closer |
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Than these arms that hold her |
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But she won't have a thing to do with nobody but me. |
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Now, she won't have a thing to do |
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With nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me. |
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Now, She won't have a thing to do |
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With nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me. |
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Nobody but me, nobody but me, no, no, no, no, no, no, oooo, ooo, ooo... |
