Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo. The way you move ain't fair you know. Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do... tonight.
The way you can't cut a rug, watching you's the only drug I need. You're so gangsta, I'm so thug. You're the only one I'm dreaming of. You see, I can be myself now finally. In fact, there's nothing I can't be.. I want the whole world to see you be with me.
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