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She takes her time when it's time to get ready |
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Always has her way |
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Always leaves me waiting by the phone |
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She told me more than once to take it slow |
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And I said okay |
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But lately I've been sleepin' all alone |
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Whoa, whoa |
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I'm not breakin' up inside |
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I'm much to proud to moan |
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Baby, please come home |
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And I feel a little lucky so I try to play it cool |
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I think she laughs inside |
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With the words that burn like fire in my mouth |
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Try to be a man like I got the master plan |
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Night out on the town |
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A drink and dance and we can turn it out |
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Whoa, whoa |
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Maybe it's how your body moves |
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I just don't know |
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Maybe it's just the way you move so slow |
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"Hello?" |
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"Hi! It's me" |
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"I thought I told you not to call me here" |
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"I know, I just really needed to talk to you" |
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"Get a clue babe, there's nothing to talk about" |
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Ask me why I play myself |
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Play myself for a fool |
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Swear that I would do most anything, hey huh! |
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Walk a mile to see her smile |
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Walk a mile just to rock for a while |
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And babe, I'm thinkin' with my ding-a-ling |
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Whoa, whoa |
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I've been doing some thinkin' |
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Now I just don't know |
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Maybe just the way you move so slow |
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Maybe 'cuz you move so slow |
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Maybe 'cuz you move so slow |
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But sitting on the verge of tears |
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Does not become my 22 years |
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You took my shame and you took my pride |
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And now you gonna take me for a slow ride |
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But uh, uh, waitin', waitin' on the phone |
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You got the words that burn like fire in my mouth |
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Come on down, reggae style |
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Wind up your body like a bass line wild |
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Drink and dance and we can turn it out |
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Whoa! |
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I'm not going crazy |
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But I just don't know |
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Maybe it's just the way you move so slow |
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Maybe 'cuz you move so slow |
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Maybe 'cuz you move so slow |
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Flat love, movin' nice and low |
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Slow ride, slow ride, slow ride |
