The Crunge

I wanna tell you 'bout my good thing I ain't disclosing no names, but He sure is a good friend, and I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, no If I tell you, you won't come again, hey I ain't gonna tell you nothin', but I do will, but I know, yeah Now let me tell you about my girl I open up a newspaper, and what do I see? Ah-ah Ah-ah See my girl, ah-ah, looking at me And when she walks, she walks Let me tell you, 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 men? Ooh, 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 nothin', 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's the woman I really love, and let me tell you more, let me tell you more Ooh, she's my baby, let me tell you, she lives next door She's the one woman the one 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 lover so, and She's the one that really makes me whirl and twirl, and She's the one who really makes me jump and shout, oh She's the kind of lover that makes me feel the whole world, and She's the kind of girl, I know what it's all about Take it on Take it on, take it on now Take it, take it Excuse me? Oh, will you excuse me? Has anyone seen the bridge? Please Where's that confounded bridge?