Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

Good lovin' ain't easy Good lovin' ain't easy to come by Oh, darlin', that's the kind you offer me It's just the love to be found 'Cause we're workin' on a buildin' nobody can tear down Look what we've got, ho-ho-ho-honey Good lovin' ain't easy, darlin'

Ooh, I don't know what to do Why don't you play the game? Last night I had a dream about you In this dream I'm dancing right beside you And it looked like everyone was having fun The kind of feeling I've waited so long Don't stop, come a little closer As

I got a feelin' called the blues, oh Lord Since my baby said goodbye Lord I don't know what I'll do All I do is sit and sigh, oh Lord That last long day she said goodbye She'll do me, she'll do you She's got that kind of lovin' Lord I love to hear her

My wild sweet love Pay that no mind Just find that dappled dream of yours Come on back and see me when you can Man, I can understand how it might be Kind of hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to

Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I Always hear when you sigh Never in my wordland Could there be ways to reveal In a phrase how I feel Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic Music we make with our lips

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

I can't find no love No sympathy To happiness Some peace and rest They've got for me What kind, what kind of love They've got for me Where I can find, where I can find They don't love themselves

Sixes hang in the door What kind of shit to ignore, I've cut the cloth (Ooh, hard line circle) How to know who to write How to know who can cull up all the questions (We know that I'm right, cause to clean out a night) I fell in love I heard about it, I