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There's something I like about you
And I love that something.
I feel that you are necessary to me.
Your hair drives me crazy, your mouth, your skin, your hard waist, hard, eh-eh-eh
Your hair drives me crazy, your mouth, your skin, your hard waist, hard, eh-eh-eh
We keep getting closer, you and I, uoh
Feeling each other, kissing each other
We keep getting closer, you and I, uoh
Without anyone seeing us, enjoying ourselves
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She's got the flow, the diva of the club, her body kills me, she attacks me fearlessly
At night she comes into my house and unleashes the beast inside.
It moves, it moves, it takes me to another stage through the dark side, it traps me
She touches me, kisses my neck, the chief of the tribe, she doesn't take me out
There's something about her that makes me lose control, she mesmerizes me when she settles in.
Upon arrival we ordered vodka with soda, an exotic fashion fanatic
Stick close, take me to heaven, break the floor, short skirt, let your hair down
She tastes like vanilla ice cream with caramel syrup
We keep getting closer, you and I, uoh
Feeling each other, kissing each other
We keep getting closer, you and I, uoh
Without anyone seeing us, enjoying ourselves (lady, queen of the night)
The way she moves drives me crazy, with a flow, a really expensive flow
Since I don't mince words, I told her clearly, "Black girl, let's get to the point."
I get ready, I catch the nerve, quick as a shot
She feints at me, I feint at her, she's the good girl, I'm the bad guy
With her, I combine, while drinking fine wine, whatever she has wanted
Her multi-platinum killer body, fierce beast, cross my path
You want action? Let's fire up the rhino, you're the mommy of my destiny
When she gets drunk she's a whirlwind, when she moves, I scheme, I scheme, I scheme (eh-eh-eh)
There's something I like about you
And I love that something.
I feel that you are necessary to me.
Your hair drives me crazy, your mouth, your skin, your hard waist, hard, eh-eh-eh
Your hair drives me crazy, your mouth, your skin, your hard waist, hard, eh-eh-eh
We keep getting closer, you and I, uoh
Feeling each other, kissing each other
We keep getting closer, you and I, uoh
Without anyone seeing us, enjoying ourselves
Something's wrong with me
I think you're magic
W Yandel
In connection with that of the chemists
WY Records
The legendary
Chris Seven
O'neil
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