Stuff Like That

Song Stuff Like That
Artist Quincy Jones
Artist Chaka Khan
Artist Nickolas Ashford
Artist Valerie Simpson
Album Quincy Jones's Finest Hour

Lyrics

Walked in the joint
They were lined up back to back
Anything you can name, no shame
Uhn, uh
An' stuff like that
Do it - do it
Do it - do it
(Chorus)
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes
Was the promise of paradise
Is she real, can she feel
Is she a dream? If ya know what I mean
'Cause she was built out of
Stuff like that
Stuff... Like That (do it - do it) *4 x's
I knew I was captured
By the rhythm of the magic flute
Pulling and urging me
To taste the forbidden fruit
Tho' I felt naive
I did not want to leave
Fever was in the air
All of a sudden, I didn't care
No reason why, I just had to testify
(Chorus x's 4)
Do it - do it (x's 4)
(Repeat 3rd verse)
(Chorus x's 6)