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Come closer. "Do you like that?"
Right here, beside me. "Beautiful!" I have this incredible need And the need is for you to experience Black amour. Black amour. You want a piece of that action? Well then you call me, Satisfaction Jackson. If I ain't horny, It's because I'm in traction. 'Cause the deeper you go The funkier it gets. Black amour. Black amour. I want you, I need you, I love you. Black amour. I need you, I love you, I want you. Black... hold my freaking hand. I want you, I love you, I need you. Black amour. I need you, I love you, I want you. Black amour. Love you, need you, want you. Black amour. |
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Sometimes I feel like a newborn babe
without a mama's arms to hold him tightly, chilled to the bone and knowing there'll never be no place I can call my own and you came my way. Like a summer's day you warm the very cockles of my soul. Squeaky and clean but totally blind to what makes a man stand tall. Please don't need me to be untrue `cause when you do I feel blue. Please don't feed me the way you do `cause, mama, I'll be bigger than you. Everybody get out my way, I got something to say. You take your time and you blow my mind. There's something about you, baby, and they all agree. There I go, I sing it sweet and low, only a fool would leave you and that fool was me. In every hope there's a heartache baby rising from the broken mind that can't let go, but then there's a rise, potentially someone that I would give until I die. What can you do? The damage is done, sticking out like a sore thumb. It's time to move on when I take the train whose destination is dysfunction junction. Please don't need me to be untrue `cause when you do I feel blue. Please don't feed me the way you do `cause, mama, I'll be bigger than you. Everybody get out my way, I got something to say. You take your time and you blow my mind. There's something about you, baby, and they all agree. But there I go, I sing it sweet and low, only a fool would leave you and that fool was me. That fool was me. We're finally free. |
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