Intro/Chorus: {sung}
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Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby
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Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby
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Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby
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Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby
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(repeat 2X)
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[Dove]
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How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz
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when you lookin like somethin I need to know about?
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I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin your arm when you'd pass
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But I see you got class besides all that
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Yeah I'm picky in my own way too
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While the rest of these fools is lookin to screw your brains out
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I bling'd(?) out don't(?) wanna stand froze
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Practicin my hello's, hey lady, how you doin
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Renewin these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here
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Shit I don't even know your name yet (word)
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Ain't sure what your character contains yet
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But damn lady, you could be my Valentine
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Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked
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Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway
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I grow my confidence in words the Henny way - yeah, buy me a drink
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so we can sink into that thought path..
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Chorus
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[Pos]
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Now you know you ain't right, eyein me up all night
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despite the fact some kid is runnin chitta-chat in your ear
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How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there
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when we can make, such an obvious pair?
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Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit?
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I'm peepin how you move it to the pace of the beat
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Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours
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Your heavenly body rushin the tide to shore
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Your heavenly body rushin these guys to the floor
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to find pleasure in your double digit design,
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but these clowns look hurt
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And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman ex-pert
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Understandin how the ovaries and all that shit work
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Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised
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that I'm movin closer - don't be, I'm supposed to D.C.
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Are you for real or a tease?
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[Dove]
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Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal
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Ain't nuttin dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision
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(Caught you watch-in) my every move from the door
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Teran escortin us to V.I.P., we live in D.C.
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Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess
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Suckin the straw huh? You know the head game
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First place chick girl I'm all about winnin too
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I want my trophy life-sized in a see through
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[Pos]
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This ain't your average, whippin your batterage
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drivin song that probably isn't your type
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So I type it long with that ink that won't budge
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or smudge off your memory; courtesy of SkyTel
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My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1
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Also need the math to your color pH-1
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Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed
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but sound the buzzer, I'm comin to sub
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Chorus 1.25X
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With Me
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| De La Soul |
