Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And

Straight out of nowhere Buried deep inside my past Hoping you'll be the last With the lights down low Wrapped up like a baby And your hair hangs long Surrounding my face Love your warm embrace Hold me close don't let me go

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

I get my party on (party onnnnn) We gonna party til the break of dawnnn Oh oh ohhhhhhhhh hooooo I get my party on (thats right) Ya ya man, I just got my hair braided, Car waxed, put on my player face, It's 12 o clock, its time to get it on Hey yo chaka

I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair My last album, spent 52 weeks there Almost finished with the second, you should be scared Storms coming you should go inside and prepare No shortcuts, it ain't no cheats there I brought the whole city

I'm a Brooklyn baby He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair They say I'm too young to love you Well, my boyfriend's in the band I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything

I want to get next to you Sittin' here in this chair waitin' on you Oh, baby, to see things my way But not a word do you say You won't even look my way Girl I'm spendin' my dimes, wastin' my time Talkin' till I'm black and blue Uh, can't you see Dreams

With the girl of my best friend Will it ever end The way she walks The way she talks How long can I pretend Oh I can't help it, I'm in love with the girl of my best friend Her lovely hair Her skin so fair

Great big love Sweeping across the sky Evening sun slants across the road Painting everything with gold I'm headed for home, got a woman there I can barely wait to hold Got wind in my hair, got the heat inside Heart jumping up and down An empty head and

Got a devil's haircut in my mind Somethin's wrong cause my mind is fading, And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting, Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leprous faces Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees