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come here to me, time after time. You'll go down on your knees. Yeah, girl, I can read your mind. Because we're partners in crime, partners in crime You're going empty handed, smiling like a bandit
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If you could only see. How your magic. Ahhhh! Is working on me. If I could stop and take the time. We could be partners in crime. If you could only see. How your magic. Ahhhh! Is working on me
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Dear Abbie, I'd write you this letter. But your address is unknown. I'd tell you the world ain't no better. Since you went and left us alone. . Partners in crime. In the streets of Chicago
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changing partners. Till I hold you once more. . Though we danced for one moment. And too soon we had to part. In that wonderful moment. Something happened to my heart. . So I'll keep changing
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touching his face?. Can't you see. I'm longing to be in his place?. Won't you change partners and dance with me?. . Ask him to sit this one out. While you're alone,. I'll tell the waiter to tell. Him
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lips touching his face. Can't you see I'm longing to be in his place. Why don't you change partners and dance with me Ask him to sit this one out. And while you're alone. I'll tell the waiter to tell
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done homies. An' ya know, I got phunky rhymes I got the rhymes that's pumpin'. Keeps the jeeps bumpin'. Sounds that's thumpin'. Women wanna jump in I ride down many streets. Rockin' all the big
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rhymes More rhymes. I gotta tell you something. Young MC got rhymes. Party people, I got more rhymes. Bust it Rhymes, what are these things that I talk about?. Hear them in the walkman every time you
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Young mc. Because I rock like a professional, this ain't no lark. You either hear me at a party, or you see me in the park. I rocked the many places far away from my home. I guess that must be the
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lips touching his face?. Can't you see. I'm longing to be in his place? Won't you change partners. And dance with me? Ask him to sit this one out. And while you're alone. I'll tell the waiter to
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touching his face?. Can't you see. I'm longing to be in his place?. Won't you change partners and dance with me? Ask him to sit this one out. While you're alone,. I'll tell the waiter to tell. Him he's
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through the ghetto, my nigga, Rick James When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto. Hangin' out on corners, singin' with the fellas. Lookin' for the cute chicks, tryin' to find me big fun. Lookin
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our passions, Find beauty in loving love. The rhyme of our madness, Burn cities and push'n'shoves. And roaring through darkness. The Night children fly. I still hear them singing the rhymes of
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Yea, yea, this * sound like. One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out. Niggaz in they trucks creepin'. With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches Yea, team select, please
