...talking 'bout soup cooling lips...baby, I need your loving...oh yes I do.

I'm a fortunate man...I've seen and wiggled with most of the old mid to tail end 60's black male and female bands. I was always one of the few crackers in the audience. Yeap, we were Crackers back then...and I could put a blaze on them skates, and I can feel things.

I swear to the Maker, unless you've gotten down with the brothers and sisters...you ain't been down. I should tell you my Respect story. I made a fool of myself...in a good way.

I ain't gonna do you wrong!

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