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Intro:
What should I do Should I just write you Or tell you how I feel Because my love is for real What should I do, what should I say Hmm I know a way When I meet her I`ll greet her like this
Verse One: (girl`s voice in parenthesis)
Hello (hello), how do you do (well I`m fine) You busy (no why?), `cause there`s something on my mind You know that we`ve been knowing each other for a long time And I came to the conclusion that I want you to be mine (Why?) why? (Yes why?) why not Don`t you see that`s it quite obvious I care for you a lot (So do I) so you do So what`s the problem dear (Kwame I don`t trust you)
Chorus:
Hai Luv Can, can, can I have a word with you I`d like to tell you, tell you all of the things I`m going through My nights been so long, so long, as I watch each hour go by And I`m standing here, hoping and praying that you`ll let me be your guy
Verse Two:
(Now out of all of the girls you`ve had how do I know that I`m not next?) `Cause all they could do for me, is gimme some quick, well umm (oh) Just listen OK? (OK, OK, OK) It`s not an egotistical thing, I`d give my heart to you For yours to keep, if you wanted to `Cause you`re the only one, the only one made for me Love had me so blind I find that I can`t see Pain heartache I just want to partake in acts of love (singing) We are breaking away from pain here`s joy Together we`re man and woman, not girl and boy Taste sweet chocolate like an Almond Joy Play with each other like a brand new toy, yoy, yoy
Chorus
With this cold hear, you are dearly, yeah ya know?
I wish you were my lover You act so undercover I went through trial my whole life long Be it right or be it wrong (be it wrong) I only want to make you crazy Girl don`t front don`t be so lazy Just want your mind don`t want your money These two words they may sound funny But oh ooh oh you`re my sweet thang You`re my everythang (2X)
Outro:
Tic-toc you don`t stop Young ladies, of the `80s (you mean `90s) go crazy.
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