What is your thing?
What
is your thing?
I'm bugging out, said I can't stand it.
Your love is my bad habit.
Oh, give me, give me a sign of truth.
Let me see the peak, and see inside of you.
What is your thing?
You got me wondering.
Can I see you?
I want your string.
You got me dangling.
Can I see you?
I want to see what's on the inside.
I want to know.
I want to know.
I want to see what's on the inside.
I want to know.
I
want to know.
Without a doubt, your love is a winner.
Oh, it makes my liver quiver.
Tell
me, tell me, what do you hide?
Open up,
be real,
and let me feel what you feel inside.
Why must it lay this peek-a-boo way?
Oh, why must he play me?
Are you so conceited?
I'm
just too ashamed.
What is your thing?
Oh, you got me wondering.
Peek-a-boo.
Can I see
you?
I'm on the string.
Oh, you got me dangling.
Peek-a-boo.
Can I see you?
I want to see what's
on the inside.
I want to know.
I want to know.
I want to see what's on the inside.
I want
to know.
I want to know.
I'm bugging out today.
I'm
bugging out today.
I'm bugging out today.
Why must it lay this peek-a-boo way?
Oh, why must he play me?
Are you so conceited?
I'm just too ashamed.
Oh,
what is your thing?
Oh,
you got me wondering.
Peek-a-boo.
Can I see you?
I'm on the string.
I want to know.
I want
to see what's on the inside.
I want to know.
I want to see what's on the inside.
I want to know.
Where's your baby?
I'm out with you, baby.
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