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Now, in the scene of confusion I'mma kinda come to revolution, as I would say I may be some kinda relentless conclusion When I say blackness is togetherness, I mean totally together When I say baby, love love love, I mean I love you forever When I say one and one make two, I never make you blue, I never turn my back on you And when I say two and one make three, I mean you gotta be free like a bird up in a tree And when I say four, you gotta keep on coming through me door Because you got to be sure, I give you just a little bit more Hehh Alright, as I would say When I say five, kinda give you some of my jive talk, you know You gotta come, dead or alive When I say six, I don't mean to play no funny tricks You gotta run come quick and slick, and bring your walking stick Do it, baby A hour every hour You can hear me shower down and shower, exclusive extraordinary shower On the hour, every half an hour Alright Right on When I say seven, I kinda mean number seven Not number eleven, gotta go to heaven And when I say eight, I kinda mean I'm great So you got to appreaciate, you could never never be late Alright Rocking out in New York City, way down in the United States, I tell you When I say nine, you gotta feel so fine And each and every one of you teeny [?] gotta kick off your knickers, and move on down the line And when I say ten, I kinda mean you gotta stick around the bend and tell it to your friend, I really wanna see your face again And when I say eleven, kinda mean two legs ain't dead, as I would say But one and one make two, and that's true Alright Words of wisdom from the wise brother, as I would say And when I say three times seven, that makes me twenty-one, you know Passing twenty-one, I'm moving on strong, and I could never go wrong Now my little damsel is sixteen A lotta girls, Imogen, Marie, Kareen and sister Marene, and Doreen When I'm on the scene, around my record machine, I tell you You got to be keen Wow, baby cool Them got to come here soon Alright When I tell you say Have corn cake Really crisper than cornflake, I tell you For goodness' sake, have a slice of the cake It's really well baked Alright Gotta come on down and give and take Ain't no spoil, I tell you
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