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I was standing at 7:15 waiting for my baby's car |
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Just then out stepped the driver of a limousine |
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And asked if I was going far |
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I said I've got my mind made up |
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I don't wanna leave him baby cause it's clear to me |
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That it's just to tough to find another lover like mine |
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With the right stuff |
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The right stuff baby |
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I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff |
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Ooh no with mr. right |
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Just friday 'bout a week ago |
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This fellow called me on the phone |
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And said 'i live in paris, don't you want to go |
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I know you must be all alone' |
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Well, it'll take more than a fancy trip |
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Or a chauffeured limousine |
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Cause I ain't never seen no one |
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Who could give me love like this |
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The other fellows don't compare |
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To the right stuff |
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The right stuff baby |
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I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff |
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Ooh no with mr. right |
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Sing |
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He's the only to give me that lovin' |
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Cause next to him there is no other one |
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He's very sexy and oh so sweet |
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And he knocks me off my feet |
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Say it |
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I need the right stuff |
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I got to have the right stuff |
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I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff |