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Blessed be the day |
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She's the finest I've ever seen |
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Cut from the finest cloth of human being |
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An' bein' in her presence is like the first day of spring |
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N' whenever I'm in her arms I hear the angles sing |
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She moves, She's so graceful |
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She commands respect |
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An' ooh she's so well put together |
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Like she's drawn by an architect |
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And all of the mistakes that I made before in my life |
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All fall by the wayside now that she's mine |
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I know she's more woman than I've ever seen |
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She says that she wants me |
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She says that she needs me |
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I know she's more woman than I'll ever need |
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She says that she love's me |
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She'll never leave me |
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Blessed by the way she handles herself |
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That's why I'm givin' my heart to her and no one else |
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She knows how to please me |
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She knows how when and where |
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She knows the right things to say |
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Let's me know she cares |
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She moves, She's so graceful |
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She commands respect |
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An' ooh she's so well put together |
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Like she's drawn by an architect |
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And all of the mistakes that I made before in my life |
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All fall by the wayside now that she's mine |
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This women make my heart beat twice |
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When we makin' love in the car late night |
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Let my soul take flight |
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Apple of my eye, let me take a bite |
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I wanna know what you taste like |
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I ran through all of them |
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From the Marcia Brady type to Ben Stiller married |
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To a hood rat chick, rockin' fatigues like the military |
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From the streets of killa-cali to the shores of tripoli |
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Dr. Jays on the coture from Italy, yo |
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I sip a kiss like a glass of wine |
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I take control in the bedroom 'cause that ass is mine |
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I'll count the freckles on ya face just to pass the time |
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You're serenaded by an ill rhyme, mastermind |
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'Cause you're more than a lover, there's more to |
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I had to get myself in order just in order to love ya |
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From head to toe, I had to get you know |
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I usually don't get down like this but you special though |