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With Me
作詞:Marvin Gaye, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz When you lookin' like somethin' I need to know about? You know I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin' your arm when you'd pass But I see you got class besides all that
Yeah I'm picky in my own way too While the rest of these fools is lookin' to screw your brains out I blamed that on why I stand froze Practicin' my hello's, hey lady, how you doin'?
Renewin' these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here Shit I don't even know your name yet Ain't sure what your character contains yet But damn lady, you could be my Valentine
Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway I grow my confidence in words the Henny way Yeah, buy me a drink so we can sink into that thought path
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Now you know you ain't right, eyein' me up all night Despite the fact some kid is runnin' chitta-chat in your ear How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there When we can make, such an obvious pair?
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit? I'm peepin' how you move it to the pace of the beat Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours Your heavenly body rushin' the tide to shore
Your heavenly body rushin' these guys to the floor To find pleasure in your double digit design But these clowns look hurt And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman expert
Understandin' how the ovaries and all that shit work Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised That I'm movin' closer, don't be, I'm supposed to D.C. Are you for real or a tease?
Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal Ain't nuttin' dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision My every move from the door Terran escortin' us to V.I.P., we live in D.C.
Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess Suckin' the straw huh? You know the head game First place chick girl I'm all about winnin' too I want my trophy life-sized in a see through
This ain't your average, whip on your battered bridge Drivin' song, your partner isn't your type So I type it long with that ink that won't budge Or smudge off your memory, courtesy of SkyTel
My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1 Also need the math to your tele P H one Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed But sound the buzzer, I'm comin' to sub
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
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