Girl, youre cute, youre sweet. Youre such a sexy treat. You are the girl that turns me on. And when youre hot, youre hot. I love the stuff youve got. You are the kinky girl I write about in every song.
She talked in riddles, she talked in three dimensional. She held my lazy head when evening light was gone. She called the breaks, I ploughed the lower forty when.
Be my ritual. Be my one desire. Be my light be my pure delight. Be my purifier. . You'll never know what you do to me. Five times a day. My self destruction you'll oversee.
Rick James and Teena Marie. . Lady, I can understand your problems and your worries. When you love a man like me. And if you dont mind I will try to say I love you in this song now.
My friend got out of jail today. I picked him up and he just said Hi. It was a victimless crime. He said I'm never going back. But I bet he will & I wonder why.
I shot the glass and I cleaned the table. And I went to water as soon as I was able. Bone tickled by those crazy Africans. . Woke up early you know. I was dreaming you know.
When I came home last night. You wouldn't make love to me. You went fast asleep. You wouldn't even talk to me. . You say I'm so crazy. Coming home intoxicated.
Every morning when I wake from my bed. I find I'm yawning just a-scratchin' my head. I face the dawning and I feel like I'm dead. I been sleeping all alone.
When I was a young boy. Growing up in the ghetto. Hanging out on corners. Singin' with the fellas. Lookin' for the cute chicks. Trying to find a bit of fun.
Don't (don't) you (you). Get all tough with me. I'm sayin', won't (won't) you (you). Come kick it with me. . And we can have a ball and run up the wall.
Rain slickered off the Lillian Way. Brompton afternoon so cold and grey. I was singing sky songs when I could. You thought that I was burning witches.
Rick James and Teena Marie. . Wow. Its really good to see you again, baby. And I must admit youre looking very, very, very nice these days. I guess life must be treating you well.
These boys are torn and tired. They used to burn so bright. They staggered into love or sin one night. Turn down that light. . All of their battles are happy.
f/ Smokey Robinson. . Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh.... Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh.... . Wind in your hair, sun on your skin. Youre looking good, girl, all over again.
You took a little white cloud. And you're fixing up your silver lining. You took a little black car. And drove it all the way. Your conversation. It's so confiding.
Sexy, sexy, sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy. . Who do you. Girl, who do you belong to?. My point of view. Girl, I think youre hot. . If we talked. What words could I describe.
A little girl came up to me, acting young and shy. A look of curiosity was flashing in her eyes. She had seen my face before and thought she knew me well.
One could go to jail for taking drugs all night. I do believe the sea bird's flown. Two is in the ground, boy, he turned off that light. When everything was so home grown.
So far away you know you're lost little girl. You're really not looking your best. Close your eyes, you're in your own little world. The semi trailers you know they slip by.
All these houses in a line. Saying hey good morning so fine. Singing oh security so good. . Sticks and stones and tombs of burning wood. Sticks and stones and tombs of burning wood.