[Intro:] You know, the art of making love is a serious thing. And when you find someone that do it right to you And you do it right to them And ya'll
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Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror
Did you walk another mile, turn a frown with a smile? Did you lift the lowly heart about to break? Would you also give your cloak to one who took away
God, we must be crazy The whole world's been falling apart I've never seen such suffering Or so many broken hearts How people can hurt each other Lord
Talk to me Come into my bedroom Come on Come on Come into my bedroom Do you remember The time we spent lovin' each other? How much it meant? You'd said
Deep in the heart Love has many ways Of touching your emotions Taking control of you And even in thought Love can make you change There's no way of controlling
take the blame Nothing can last forever, Those are the rules of the game Now I'm calling, hear me calling out to you In the face of darkness Never hopeless
There was trouble in my mind tonight Somethin' inside didn't feel quite right Then I saw your face in the moonlight And I was right beside you Don't
Turn it up loud, hey man You a little sucker for love, right? Word up I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the start Taught me so many lessons how
Here I go again I guess, I can't pretend I'm a sucker for pure love, my friend I find myself always thinking About that first romantic weekend It's like
What you won't do I guess you wonder where I've been I searched to find a love within I came back to let you know Got a thing for you and I can't let
You must understand how the touch of your hand makes my pulse react That it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl, opposites attract It's physical, only
One for the money, one for the lady Two is the price to make the style of the day Six days awaiting, now it's together All that's forgotten can be picked
I could be six feet under I could be stone dead cold Hangin' from the highest tree Would you read my suicide note? I'm hungry for affection Howlin' at
To be lonely is my only trust in my silent movies I can expose my lust Taking snapshots in the light that I do recall when I retire Playing with my fantasies
Can never be told She's shackled to the night Bonded to a darker place Searching for the lover's face That haunts her Searching for the lover's face
all the signs In the churches and houses, in the townships and mines I went running through the forest, through the deserts and fields And the looks on all their faces