To my mind, she's my kind of girl. That face just knocks me off my feet, She's really sweet enough to eat. She looks like an angel looks, And my mind in a kind of whirl, She walks like an angel walks, She talks like an angel talks, And her hair has a

Oh, oobee doo, I wanna be like you I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too You'll just see it's true, an ape like me Now I'm the King of the swingers Oh, the jungle VIP I've reached the top and had to stop And that's what's botherin' me I wanna be a

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

There are moments that the words don't reach (If you see him in the street, walking by her side Talking by her side, have pity) Forgiveness, can you imagine? There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can Then push away

Oh, Suzie Q Oh Suzie Q I like the way you walk I like the way you talk Oh say that you´ll be true Oh say that you´ll be mine Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you Oh Suzie Q Baby I love you

Walk in the rave, smile on my face Drink in my cup, hand in my jeans Man talk tough, man look up, down, left, right Straight to a bang in the teeth Man still talk tough, man saw man in the flesh Now man's tryna talk to my Gs Nah, none of that, none, .45

I see a lot of man let their jealousy creep in Watch who you eat with, the girls that you sleep with Watch who you talk with, walk with, speak with The first to the motives, and last to the meetings Huh, all I know is how to work bruv Start off as a

At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazies on my block And I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk And I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen This

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her