We meet every single day at the same old place
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at the same old time
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with the same state of mind
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me and her together but we know it ain't forever
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we just happy for the time
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the weed and the wine
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the walks in the park, escapades in the dark
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we knew how it had to be right
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from the very start coz
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I got obligations and she's in the situation
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that she came to state, so this is our fate
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holding hands, a smile, a glimpse
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a kiss and a dance but we can't take a chance on
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gettin caught
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so we stick to a plan coz
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we both got another and they wouldn't understand it
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me and Mrs Jones have a thing going on
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I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
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it ain't about doin' dirt
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or living like a flirt
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but what they don't know don't hurt
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me and Mrs Jones
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Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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The very first time I met her I
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saw her from across the room
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and instantly we both became consumed by the thought
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of she and I being together so I
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headed in her direction for some closer inspection
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I intentionally brushed her hand her
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skin had a satin texture
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the feeling she gave me was
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more than I could measure and
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right away I
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knew I had to have her with me
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if not with me then maybe just to hit me
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she got pin point skill and percision in the walk
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and the way that she talk
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make my mouth turn to chalk
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she give me everything that I don't get at home
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and it seems like I'm a man coz her's is always gone, now
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tell me what love got to do with it
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No coz we both feel good when we kickin' it
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some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her alone
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but me and Mrs Jones got a thang goin' on
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Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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It's been about a year since we've been seeing eachother
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and we're a whole lot more than just part time lovers
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coz when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em
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but her life is not revolved around how revolving
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I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasie, but
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deep down inside we know that we can never be
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any more than what we are, a phone call in the car
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bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar
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when all of a sudden right out of the blue my
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ladie got a clue on
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what what we was up to and
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wait a minute, damn
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from what I understand
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It seems that my woman's been talking to her man
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since we both in love with the people at home
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it looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone
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coz I got a woman and she got a man so
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that's how it goes, and that's how it is
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Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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(We had a thang goin')
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Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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(We got a thing going on)
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Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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Mrs Jones, oh yeah
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We used to meet at the same place
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same time
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used to sit and talk it over
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(We got a thing going on)
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talk it over
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Me and Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones
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Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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A Thing Goin' On
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