A Dozen Roses (Greg Street Remix)

[Intro: Curtis Mayfield & (Monica)] "...With a dozen roses, such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are the makings of you And it's true, the makings of you" (These, these are) [Chorus: Monica] Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes Every time you walk past, all the girls be looking at you You got style just like a Bentley Coupé And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you [Verse 1: Monica] I think I'm falling in love with you, baby Caught up in something that's moving so fast Never been with nobody else You and I tighter than the jеans on my ass You remind me of this thing Something likе R. Kelly singing 'bout a Jeep Boy, you're everything to me And you're my, you're my, you're my property (Oh) [Chorus: Monica & Curtis Mayfield] Boy, you remind me, remind me of the ice on my ring (Ice on my ring) Boy, you remind me of this These are the makings of you, and it's true These are, these are the makings of you [Verse 2: Monica] You remind me of the very first time You remind me of the time we made love Just like the 25th day of Christmas Waiting for Santa Clause to show up You got a heart of gold, baby, you should know Baby, you remind me of so much And baby, you always stay on my mind You're just like my rims, you shine [Chorus: Monica] Boy, you remind me of 26s on my ride (Oh, on my ride) The way you're spinnin' around lookin' like a superstar Boy, you remind me of how life's supposed to be How life's supposed to be This is what you remind me And you're my, you're my, you're my property, oh [Verse 3: Monica] Looking at you look at another Baby, I don't need another brother (I don't need, I don't need) Sex time around you I feel the same my body There's no pressure, baby (Yeah) You know I keep it so real and (So real) I can't help you got the whip appeal What's the deal? Tell me how you feel Could it be me, me for eternity? (You and me for eternity) [Bridge: Monica] Like the ice on my wrist it's like kick on my hip Mac on my lips, Armor oil on my whip Butta on my shrimp I'm the Gladys, you the Pip I keep my hair flip the way you like to see me strip Keep a money clip You remind me of a tip Like a pair of jeans From Abercrombie when they rip Like a glass of wine Every time I take a sip, it's you, you, you, you, you (Aw, baby) [Chorus: Monica] Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes Every time you walk pass, all the girls be looking at you (Every time you come around, I lose my mind, babe) You got style just like a Bentley Coupé (You got, you got, yeah) And I be losing my mind every time I get next to you (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no) [Outro: Curtis Mayfield & (Monica)] "...With a dozen roses, such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are the makings of you And it's true, the makings of you, you" (These, these are)