I wanna tell you 'bout my good fling
I ain't disclosing no names but
He sure is a good friend, and
I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from
If I tell you, you won't come again, oh, hey
I ain't gonna tell you nothin', but I do will, but I know, yeah
Now let me tell you 'bout my girl
I open up a newspaper and what do I see?
Ahh, ahh see my girl, ahh, looking at me
Ooh, and when she walks, she walks, and lemme tell ya
When she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in my eye
She's my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine
Ooh, tell me, baby, what you want me to do
And you want me to love you, love some other man
Ooh, they ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful, no
Ah, I don't need, no respect from nobody, no, no
Ah yeah, no, no, ah
I ain't gonna tell you nothing, I ain't gonna tell you no more, no
She's my baby, let me tell you that I love her so and, and
She is the woman I really wanna love
And let me tell you more, ooh
She's my baby, let me tell you, she lives next door
She's the one a woman, the one a woman that I know
I ain't going, I ain't going, I ain't going to tell
I ain't going to tell you one thing
That you really ought to know, boy
She's my lover, baby, and I love her so, and
She's the one that really makes me whirl and twirl, and
She's the kind of lover that makes me feel the whole world, and
She's the one who really makes me jump and shout, oh
She's the kind of girl, I know what it's all about
Take it on
Take it, take it, take it
Ah, excuse me
Oh, will you excuse me
I'm just trying to find the bridge
Has anybody seen the bridge?
Please
(Have you seen the bridge?)
I ain't seen the bridge
(Where's that confounded bridge?)
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