I wanna tell you bout my good friend I ain't disclosing no names but He sure is a good friend and I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, but If I tell you you wont come again, oh, hey I ain't gonna tell you nothin', but I do, well, but I know, yeah Now let me tell you about my girl I open up a newspaper and what do I see, ahh, ah Ah ah, see my girl, ah ah, 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 Oh, 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 Mister Pitiful, no Aah, I don't need no respect from nobody, no no Ooh yeah, no no, ah, ah
I ain't gonna tell you nothing I ain't gonna no more, no She's my baby let me tell you that I love her so and And, she's the woman I really wanna love And let me tell you more, oooh oooh She's my baby lemme tell ya she lives next door She's the one a woman the one, a woman that I know I ain't gon', I ain't gon' I ain't gonna tell, I ain't gonna tell you one thing That you really ought to know, but 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 fill the whole world and She's the one who really makes me jump and shout, ohh She's the kind of girl--I know what it's all about Take it home, take it, take it, take it
Ah, excuse me Ah will you excuse me I'm just trying to find the bridge Has anybody seen the bridge Please