Check it out.
Come on, come on.
I got
something to say, got something to say.
Can you fill me in?
Let's talk about it.
I was
picking this girl next door when her parents went out.
She'd phone say,
hey boy,
come on right around.
So I knocked on the door,
he was standing with a bottle of red
wine ready to pour,
dressed in long black satin,
face to the floor.
So I went in and
we sat down,
started kissing,
caressing,
told me about you because you sounded interesting.
So we jumped right in.
All calls I granted to answer phone.
Please leave a message after the tone.
I mean,
me and her parents were kind of cool,
but they were the fine line between me and you.
We were just doing things young people in love do.
Parents trying to find out what we were up to,
singing,
why were you creeping around?
Sing it, fill me in.
Sing it,
why were you creeping around?
Sing it,
fill me in.
Hey girl, baby,
it's another one.
Some of them are ace,
some of them are love this.
Some of them are old, the mic are hopeless.
Some of them are tats,
some of them are trying this.
So I just take no notice.
Notice when I write like this,
jump around in my Adidas,
create David R and be vocalist, vocalist.
Come on, what we could do, Chris?
Just give me that microphone with a brand new flavor to bring it on
so I can lace the track,
lace the song with the remix.
Come on, come on.
Keeping it real, that's what I say.
Singing a lyrical display,
big shouts to the peace from around my way,
my friends, my family, and all who know me.
Sing it, why were you creeping around?
Sing it,
fill me in.
Sing it,
why were you creeping around?
Sing it,
fill me in.
Whenever the coast was clear and she'd ask me to come out,
I'd say, hey girl, come right around.
So she knocked at the door,
I went down there with the keys,
and my hand did the four by four,
jumped in my ride.
Nobody saw,
we got down,
bounced,
and I'm sorry it was early morning,
thought we better be leaving.
So I gave you my jacket for you to hold,
told you to wear it cause you felt cold.
I mean,
I didn't mean to break the rules,
I wasn't trying to play mom and dad,
poor fools.
We were just doing things young people in love do,
parents trying to find out what we were up to.
Some of them are ace,
some of them are like this,
some of them are older,
Michael,
hopeless.
Some of them are trash,
some of them are trying this,
so I just take no notice.
Notice when I ride like this,
jump around in my Adidas,
Craig David,
R&B vocalist,
vocalist.
Come on, what we could do, Chris?
Just give me that microphone with a brand new
flavor to bring it on so I can lace the track,
lace the song with the remix.
Come on, come on.
Keeping it real, that's what I say.
Singing a lyrical display,
big shouts to the peace from around my way,
my friends,
my family,
and all who know me.
Sing it,
why will you creep around?
Sing it,
fill me in.
Sing it,
why will you creep around?
Sing it,
fill me in.
Hey girl, baby, it's another one.