man
i wish your tongue was in my mouth
yeah, movin' north to south
like a spouse in house
yeah, jus' workin' my body out
without a doubt
Monique is fine
and she is all mine
and i would neva leave her behind
for no kind
of
foolishness
or
ghoulishness
yeah, we were both born
to keep each other
warm
and
away
from harm
yeah
to yearn
for the super
turn
or
norm
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