I wanna tell you bout my good friend
I ain't disclosing no names but
He sure is a good friend and
I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, but
If I tell you you wont come again, oh, hey
I ain't gonna tell you nothin', but I do, well, but I know, yeah
Now let me tell you about my girl
I open up a newspaper and what do I see, ahh, ah
Ah ah, see my girl, ah ah, looking at me
Ooh, and when she walks, she walks
And lemme tell ya
When she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in my eye
She's my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine
Oh, tell me baby what you want me to do
And you want me to love you, love some other man, ooh
They ain't gonna call me Mister Pitiful, no
Aah, I don't need no respect from nobody, no no
Ooh yeah, no no, ah, ah
I ain't gonna tell you nothing I ain't gonna no more, no
She's my baby let me tell you that I love her so and
And, she's the woman I really wanna love
And let me tell you more, oooh oooh
She's my baby lemme tell ya she lives next door
She's the one a woman the one, a woman that I know
I ain't gon', I ain't gon'
I ain't gonna tell, I ain't gonna tell you one thing
That you really ought to know, but
She's my lover baby and I love her so and
She's the one that really makes me whirl and twirl
And she's the kind of lover that makes me fill the whole world and
She's the one who really makes me jump and shout, ohh
She's the kind of girl--I know what it's all about
Take it home, take it, take it, take it
Ah, excuse me
Ah will you excuse me
I'm just trying to find the bridge
Has anybody seen the bridge
Please
Have you seen the bridge
I ain't seen the bridge
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