1969

Lyrics

Strapped with my keys watch wallet and specs I hit the scene and I'm looking for sex Squeaky clean and a little complex and I'll be workin on the night shift Cigarette hangin off of my lip Clingin to me like you cling to my hip Caught ya slippin so I gave ya the grip And we be working on the night shift (Workin on it, workin on it) (Chorus x2) Emergency come see me quickly And be with me and just me strictly I love you like it's 1969 More unbelievable than the lunar landing I find you quite outstanding And I'm alarmingly charming, darling your gaze I'm commanding Fixated on your figure I figure you're a supermodel Or at least part time, anywhere you go I'll follow Freckle fingers that linger upon my waste line You whisper that you wish we could kiss up in outer space and Im Buzzin like Aldrin all in with these clever lines One small step for man one giant leap if ya damn fine And I'm buying us two tickets for this woodstock All up on my Jimi like Hendrix I'm yellin "good God" Tryna be a gentleman bending me til I'm in awe Of your lovely lines designed to make me blast off Upon a rocket ship no stoppin this hip hoppa kid Who got a box of chocolates with your name up on top of it So get a taste, make haste, we ain't got much time Gonna make you mine in 1-9-6-9 and I'm (Chorus x2) Yeah, man (Chorus x2)