Touch You - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Touch You
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, D West, D Sanford, Tony Cottrell

Lyric:
Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James
Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, reflection eternal

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

Pia Khan floating on the mighty clouds of joy
Building a future yo for my daughter and baby boy
I moved form the hood yet the shit is still in me
And your opinion is nothing to me

I have plenty like bein' out of prison with a roof over my dome
And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone
Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib
A Nattian cat we got 'em snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and

Killin' em softly with out flossin' but yet the shine is glossy
And where the lyrical train through your brain shit
Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lang shit
With the iron, ain't no use in you trying, I ain't lyin'

Through your ears mesmerize 'em
It's about time the genuine has started risin'
Once again replace bullets with words
Try to make it fun again

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

If they put my life on the screen then it's got to be the I-Max
I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax
Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that
My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back
What's that all about with the feedback?

All up in my mouth we don't need that enjoy life open up a tree sac
Take a trip [Incomprehensible] Asphalt is the place to be at
Where the people fire burn so bright, you can see that believe that
It ain't light music, no, we make the right music, true
Keep it tight music, yes, affirmin' life music, come on

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips
My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips
Yeah I wanna touch you there
Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine

[Incomprehensible]
Like the bread and wine, my brains has embedded with rhymes
That's ahead of they time, I rock with the better design
You cats ain't got the touch you all suck, like getting head from a dime

I run up in 'em and, touch him with the rhythm and
Clutch 'em if they tremblin', it's a rush like adrenaline
At a point break the joint shake when you play this shit
Your crew is haters when we come through with the newest, latest

Reflection eternal
Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple
And the moon arrive, reflectin' light through the night
That touch you just right

With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm
It's the rhythm, the rhythm, yes y'all the rhythm
Shorty on the dance floor giving me rhythm
Hi Tek make y'all nod y'all neck to the rhythm and

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

We make the music that change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right

Clap your hands everybody
Clap your hands everybody
Clap your hands everybody
Come on, clap your hands everybody

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Tempted To Touch(Remix) - Lyrics - Daddy Yankee

Title: Tempted To Touch(Remix)
Artist: Daddy Yankee
Composer(s): Rupert Antonio Clarke

Lyric:
To all the ladies in the dance

I lose all control when I see you
Standing there in front of me
Your style, your clothes, your hair
You fair woman, you look so sexy

The way you wine and the way you dance
And the way that you twist and turn your waist
Leaves me wanting, leaves me yearning
Leaves me feeling for a taste

Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

To all the ladies in the dance

I don't even know your name
Little woman, I don't even know your age
But there's something about you girl
When I see you wining in front the stage

Please forgive me, please excuse me
But there's nothing else that a man can do
I cannot pass or think a woman
I just need to be next to you

Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you
I wanna hug and kiss and caress you
I wanna love you, I wanna touch you
I'll place no one else above you

I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you
I wanna hug and kiss and caress you
I wanna love you, I wanna touch you
You know woman I wanna wings of a dove you

Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

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Tempted To Touch (Remix) - Lyrics - Rupee

Title: Tempted To Touch (Remix)
Artist: Rupee
Composer(s): Rupert Antonio Clarke

Lyric:
To all the ladies in the dance

I lose all control when I see you
Standing there in front of me
Your style, your clothes, your hair
You fair woman, you look so sexy

The way you wine and the way you dance
And the way that you twist and turn your waist
Leaves me wanting, leaves me yearning
Leaves me feeling for a taste

Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

To all the ladies in the dance

I don't even know your name
Little woman, I don't even know your age
But there's something about you girl
When I see you wining in front the stage

Please forgive me, please excuse me
But there's nothing else that a man can do
I cannot pass or think a woman
I just need to be next to you

Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you
I wanna hug and kiss and caress you
I wanna love you, I wanna touch you
I'll place no one else above you

I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you
I wanna hug and kiss and caress you
I wanna love you, I wanna touch you
You know woman I wanna wings of a dove you

Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Before the end of the night
I wanna hold you so tight
You know I want you so much
And I'm so tempted to touch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I need you so much
Tempted to touch, tempted to touch
Hey, little woman, man, I'm inside your clutch

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Touch It - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
...

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Touch It (Remix) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It (Remix)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
...

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Touch It (Remix 2) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It (Remix 2)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
...

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Touch It (Remix 3) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It (Remix 3)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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Touch It (Remix 1) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Touch It (Remix 1)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
...

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Touch It / Technologic - Lyrics - Alive 2007 - Daft Punk

Title: Touch It / Technologic
Album: Alive 2007
Artist: Daft Punk
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Christo, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

Who be the King of the Sound?
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town
Lot of my ****** be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

Turn it up

Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
****** solutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really **** with you ******, you ****** is clown
Makin' the ******* strippin', throw they **** on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the *** be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

Turn it up

Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out
While she tryin' to touch, see, I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my **** in her mouth

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her bell
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well
Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel

Turn it up

Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a ***** got in they ****, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell

Get low Bus

It's crowded mami, move it along
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy ****, they be on

Turn it up

Street ****** respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my ****** is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be ******* along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the **** is a wrap
For the ****** hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these ****** wanna come talk to sit on my lap

Turn it up

Everytime I give you bang **** to knock in your whip
***** always do his thing, ***** lockin' the strip
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips

I let them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
...

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Human Touch - Lyrics - Rick Springfield

Title: Human Touch
Artist: Rick Springfield
Composer(s): Rick Springfield

Lyric:
Everybody's talking to computers
They're all dancing to a drum machine
I know I'm living on the outside
Scared of getting caught between
I'm so cool and calculated alone in the modern world

But Sally has a hard time holding back
The alley to her heart is a beaten track
She's got the love monkey riding on her back
You want love I got it, come on girl

We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it, the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need it, and I need it too

You know, I got my walls
Sally calls them prison cells
Sometimes I need protection
I've got the chains, I got the warning bells
I sit so snug and isolated alone in the modern world

But Sally has a hard time holding back
The alley to her heart is a beaten track
She's never out of love, she's got the knack
You've got love I want it, come on girl

We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need it, and I need it too

Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch

I'm so scared and isolated in the modern world

We all need
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need it, and I need it too

Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch

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Touch The Sky - Lyrics - Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios - Kanye West

Title: Touch The Sky
Album: Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Lupe Fiasco, Curtis Mayfield, J. Smith, Kanye West

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Lyric:
I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc
Before Cam got the shit to pop
The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team
I couldn't work the locks

Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan
Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van
Any pessimists I ain't talk to them
Plus I ain't have no phone in my apartment

Let's take 'em back to the club
Least about a hour I stand on line
I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour
After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine

Jay favorite line, dawg in due time
Now he look at me like damn dawg, you what I am
A hip-hop legend, I think I died
In an accident, 'cause this must be heaven

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Now let's take 'em high
(Top of the world baby, on top of the world)
(Top of the world baby, on top of the world
Now let's take 'em high
(Top of the world baby, on top of the world)
(Top of the world baby, on top of the world

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop
I'd do anything to say I got it
Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket

Before anybody wanted K-West beats
Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC
Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns
Like man these niggaz that much better than me?

Baby, I'm goin' on an airplane
And I don't know if I'll be back again
Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets
But when she came to kick it, things became different

Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on
Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long
I'm tryin' to write my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky
You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third?
Lupe still like Lupin the Third
Here life here 'til I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge

Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup
Bottle shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth
But, before you say another word
I'm back on the block like a man on the street

I'm tryin' to stop lyin' like I'm Mum-Ra
But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat
En garde, or touche', Lupe cool as the Unthar
But I still feel possessed as a gun charge

To come as correct as a porn star
And a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car
Self, I represent the first
Now let me end my verse right where the horns are like, uh

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky
You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

We take it home baby
Sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
Sky, uh, sky high, I'm, I'm sky high

Yeah, keep it rollin', yeah
Feels good to be home baby, feels good to be home

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Touch The Ceiling - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Touch The Ceiling
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Leore Dimant, Stefan Kendal Gordy, Randy Muller, Jason Vasquez, Larry E. Muggerud, Ahmad A. Lewis

Lyric:
Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up
Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'heavy' like that 'blue funk'
Niggaroe, westcoast kid, with the new sound
Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now?
Battle? I don't think so, look, I got your noose tugged
Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up
Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks
And niggas who stink
Then go hang out like a link
I'm the brink of the blow up
Sink and watch me go up
Another level, let the bass boom
As the treble tunes up
My too rough style
I'm too tough
I'm gifted, ovin the crowd
I make em get up, then I get down
It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid
I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it
Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a grammy
It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling

Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a well
Got a leash and I go in and out of style like your bell-
Bottoms, say shit that's real like I'm nuts over midgets
Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picket
Not really into baseball, but I'm an all-american
Still act a fool
Breakin rappers like a rule
I'm cool, mostly peaceful
Kick it with my people
But if I go insane
You can jump and do the same
Thing, I gotta sing
La-la, if you got that swing
Follow me, get wreck
I make you bounce like a check
Mic-check, 1-2
Stand and watch me run through
A crew real easy, but that's only if I want to
Murder if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shit
I'm like the mafia, I keep on makin hits
I know which way is up
And won't stop
Till I hit rock bottom
That's the truth
But for now smack the roof
Then groove to the
Bonafied funk for your fanny

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling

Break it down, y'all

Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another verse left to spit out
King of the hill, knock em down when they get up
Westcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm
Busy on the mic like this
So pump your fist
And never hit the ff button on my cassette
Just sit stunned
Dn't give me no props until I'm done
Your mouth's wide open cause you're hopin
That you might be able to be label-
Mates with the great niggaroe
I'm just down with the king, and you're not it
Lookin for your gift, but I already shot it
I wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last it's
Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your asses
So groove to the
Bonafied funk for your fanny

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling

Groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the feeling
Jump and touch the ceiling
Do the freak to the bonafied funk for your fanny

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Touch That Ass - Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

Title: Touch That Ass
Album: Rich Boy
Artist: Rich Boy
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Maurece Richards

Lyric:
Yeah, Rich Boy, man, I'm pimpin' like that

I keep flickin' these dollars, girl and you know
I just got somethin' on my mind
Hold on Polow, man, stop throwin' money, man
Let me see what's happenin' wit' this man

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass

You might catch me on Cheetah's wit a down dick eater
Standin' on the block in a fresh wifebeater
Filet mignon, me and Polow Da Don
Why they call you Rich Boy? Look at my charm

Look at my bracelet and look at my arm
Shakin' my wrist might just start a snowstorm
Up in the club and we gettin' it on
Poppin' big bottles and spillin' Patron

D-Boys be the squad, Zone 4 be the label
Got a 645 wit the satellite cable
They say I wouldn't make it but I still made it happen
One point three mill' and just start rappin'

Yeah, I got a room when you suck on my dick
'Cause if you suck on my dick you better swallow that shit
Ya young bitch, niggas still runnin' they mouth

It's one thing that I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass

One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four
When I leave the club, I take two whores
Maybe one more, back to the Doubletree
Hoes wanna double me and sip bubbly

Let's play a lil' game 'Simon Says'
Simon says why don't you give Rich Boy some head?
No lie, I'm a cool dude
Not tryin' to be rude, just tryin' to touch you

Yeah, I'm lookin' for that super dome
I ain't talkin' 'bout the field they throw the ball on
I'm a ball on, make that ass roll
Pussy look like gold comin' down that pole

Got the whole club outta control
Fake ballers in the bitch throwin' rent money, stupid bitch
I laugh at that shit, what you wanna do?
I got hundred dollar bills, tens and twenties too

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass

I'm takin' my money and spendin' it all
All these thick girls that I wanna take home
Throwin' big faces until they all gone
While I watch all these girls take off they thong

Mr. DJ, won't you turn up my song?
Bouncin' that ass, I don't see nothin' wrong
One bitch, two or three bankrolls
Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of Russian rose gold

Take a picture of ya broad, put it in my iPod
She lick it dry clean when my dick get hard
Ain't playin' wit'cha, baby, can I get a lil' grip?
Spend a couple chips, I break ya off a big tip

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass

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Can'T Touch This - Lyrics - Mc Hammer

Title: Can'T Touch This
Artist: Mc Hammer
Composer(s): Stanley Kirk Burrell, Rick James, Alonzo Miller

Lyric:
Can't touch this
Uh uh, can't touch this
Nope, can't touch this
Naw man, no, can't touch this

My, my, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say, "Oh, my Lord
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet"

Feels good, when you know you down
A super dope homeboy from Oak town
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch

Ha ha, I told you, man, can't touch this
Yeah, no, can't touch this
Look at my eyes, man, can't touch this
Let me bust some funky lyrics, check it

Fresh new kicks and pants
You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance
So move outta your seat
Get a fly girl and catch this beat

While it's rollin', hold on
Pump a little bit, let her know it's goin' on
Like that
(Like that, like that)
Like that

Cold on a mission so fall on back
Let 'em know, that you're too much
And this is a beat, ha ha, can't touch

Ha ha, and that's the word, can't touch this
Nope, can't touch this
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Break it down

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Yeah, oh, woo, ha!
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Yeah, you can't touch this baby, oh oh oh oh
Comin' live, you know, stop!
Can't touch this

Go with the flow, it is said
If you can't groove to this then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust through the moves three fingers through your hair

This is it for a winner
(This is it)
Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
Move, slide your rump
Just for a minute let's all do the bump

Bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump
(Bump)
Ha ha, woo!
Hey look, man
No, you cannot touch this

You better get hype
Because you know, can't touch this
You can't, ring the bell, school's back in session
Break it down

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Oh oh oh oh oh, do the bump, ha ha
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Can't touch this, baby
No touching, stop!
Can't touch this

Every time you see me I'm just so hype
I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this?
With others makin' records that just don't hit

I've toured around the world from London to the Bay
It's ******** ** *** *** ********
And the rest can go and play, can't touch this

Yo, I told you, you can't touch this
Yeah, can't touch this
Ha ha, can't touch this

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
You can look but, you can look but
Can't touch this
I told y'all at the beginning of the song
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
And if y'all listened this far then y'all know by now
Let 'em know they can't touch this
Can't touch this

Ha, man, can't touch this
Ha, man, can't touch this
Check it, man, can't touch this
Like you almost got
No, no, you can't touch this, nope

Ha, yeah, can't touch this
(Can't touch this)
Can I see your VIP pass?
No, no, you're not supposed to
(Can't touch this)
No, you can't touch this, no, you gotta leave now
It's time to go, you can't touch this

You can't touch this
Can't touch this

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(Reach Up For The) Sunrise - Lyrics - Astronaut - Duran Duran

Title: (Reach Up For The) Sunrise
Album: Astronaut
Artist: Duran Duran
Composer(s): Simon John Charles Lebon, Nick Rhodes, Andy Taylor, John Taylor, Roger Andrew Taylor

Lyric:
Now the time has come
(Has come)
The music's between us
Though the night seems young
(Seems young)
Is at an end
Only change will bring
(Change)
(Will bring)
You outta of the darkness
In this moment everything
(Moment)
(Everything)
Is born again

Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day into your life

Reach up for the sunrise
(Sunrise)
Put your hands in to the big sky
(You can touch the sunrise)
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day into your life

Now the fire fall burns
(Fall burns)
We go out together
As the planet returns
(Returns)
Into the light
Something more than dreams to
(More than dreams)
Watch out for each other
Cos' we know what it means
(What it means)
To be alive?

Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands in to the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
(Sunrise)
Feel the new day into your life
(Into your life)

Reach up for the sunrise
(Sunrise)
Put your hands in to the big sky
(You can touch the sunrise)
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day into your life

Feel the new day into your life
Feel the new day

Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands in to the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
(Sunrise)
Feel the new day into your life
(Feel the new day into your life)

(Reach up for the sunrise)
Reach up for the sunrise
(Put your hands in to the big sky)
Put your hands in to the big sky
(You can touch the sunrise)
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day into your life
(Into your life)

Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands in to the big sky
(Yeah)
(You can touch the sunrise)
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day into your life

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The Way You Touch Me - Lyrics - Seven - Enrique Iglesias

Title: The Way You Touch Me
Album: Seven
Artist: Enrique Iglesias
Composer(s): Rob Davis, Gregg Alexander, Enrique Iglesias

Lyric:
Touch me
It's the way you touch
Oh feel it yea, oh feel it yea

I was alone, waiting with my fantasies
Until you came, liberated me
And taught me so much about humanity
Yea yea yea

I needed you to know
You're more than just a one night stand
And girl with your permission
Maybe you can give me your hand
Not your romance

'Cause it's the way you touch me baby
Oh it's the way you touch me baby
If you want we can talk, all night long
But it's the way you touch me baby

I was alone, grasping for my sanity
You beauty came free of vanity
Opened my mind, gave me your anatomy
Yea yea yea

I needed you to know
More than just a one night stand
I need some supervision
Losing all control of my hands
In your command

'Cause it's the way you touch me baby
Oh it's the way you touch me baby
If you want we can talk, all night long
But it's the way you touch me baby
(Come on baby, oh oh yea)
(Oh baby)

You should really know
You've got me eating from your hand
And the ship is gonna blow
And baby it ain't not going end
Till your coming

(It's the way you touch)
'Cause it's the way you touch me baby
Oh it's the way you touch me baby
If you want we can talk, all night long
It's the way you touch me baby
It's the way you touch me baby
It's the way you touch me baby
If you want we can talk, all night long
But it's the way you touch me baby
It's the way you touch me baby
It's the way you touch me baby
If you want we can talk, all night long
But it's the way you touch me baby
It's the way you touch me baby
It's the way you touch me baby

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