[BABYFACE] BABY DIM THE LIGHTS WHILE I POUR THE WINE SLIP THE MUSIC UP NICE AND SLOW WANNA MOVE WITH U INSIDE A GROOVE LIKE NO ONE'S EVER KNOWN
I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you do I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you
= Whitney Mission Impossible we were told She'll never join the JAMS ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Can You Dig it? Can You Dig it? Can You Dig it? Right on!
Yeah A chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom That's the joint, that's the jam Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam Turn
I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy
Yeah, I'm gonna kick 'em out! Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could Get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all gotta [Incomprehensible] of what we
Starshipa?¦a?¦ Starship Take Mea?¦a?¦ Take Me Where I Want To Go Out Therea?¦a?¦ Among The Planetsa?¦a?¦ Let A Billion Suns Cast My Shadow Starshipa?¦
Kick out the jams motherfuckers ! Yeah! I, I, I, I, I'm gonna I'm gonna kick 'em out ! Yeah ! Well i feel pretty good And i guess that i could get
Well, I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how
I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs You run like roaches, and you try to die I know your poison, in our space
The clock is a ring on her finger That she checks When she's out of time The cigarette's a spike In the spur of the moment Digging in her side She cuts
[Intro: Talkbox] It's sunday night (sunday night). Sunday Night Slow Jam. [Chorus:] It's sunday night. I wanna hold you tight. (let's make love tonight
Sugar, sugar Baby dim the lights So while I pour the wine, set the music up nice and slow Wanna move with you inside a groove Like no one's ever known
Oh, she told the DJ, "Pardon me, I need some Swishahouse Color Changin' Click and Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life Well, a 'Slow Loud And Bangin
Over here in California the sun maybe shining Back in New York there is frost on the ground I can feel it Christmas is coming So, much snow is falling