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)