Lady
My, oh my, baby
My, oh my, how you're looking so fine
And my lips can't say it
In my mind these lips are all over you
Sugar's sweet and I'm feeling the heat
Like melting chocolate
There's some things that a lady just cannot do
And I just can't let ya closer to my skin
And I just can't accept what you're offering
You're trying to lead me into hot water
You should know that
When I'm torn between two sides
And I know that it ain't right
My body's saying
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But I'm tryin' to keep my lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
But I'm trying to keep my lady
Why, oh why
Am I feeling like I'm on the edge of something
When I know that the door is already closed
And why are you still here
When I told you it will come to nothing
You're a naughty boy
Seems like you just won't be told
And I just can't let ya
Do that thing with your hands
I bet ya think you're in
Although you're so fine, it's a sin
You got me tongue-tied
I'm stuttering
It's only my body saying
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But I'm tryin' to keep my lady, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
But I'm trying to keep my lady, ooh
I like to get down with it
I like to get hold of it
I like to get all over it
And baby I admit
I can teach you a thing or two
Make all of your dreams come true
In ways that you never knew
But I gotta keep my lady
I gotta keep my lady
I gotta keep my lady
Hmm, yeah, I'm trying baby
Hmm, o keep my lady
See, it's OK to be sassy
But I'll never be trashy
It's OK to be nasty
But you gotta keep your classy now
Now don't get lazy
I've been thinking 'bout you, baby
I'm a lady
And don't you forget it now
I gotta keep my lady, uh
I've been trying to, baby
But my body just keeps on saying
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, I've been trying baby
Tryin' to keep my lady
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