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Maurice white, robert brookings & sly stone
It´s the kind of a nite
U´could use a friend
You feeling a loss
And you need a win
A perfect eleven
Between one and ten
Got the right way
To make a sad nite end
If my mind
Was being read
She made a natural move
As if i´d said
Wanted to slow dance
My mind is on romance
And i want to score
Chorus:
Oooh oooh !
From rock and roll
To r&b
Operating
Symphone-ing
Don´t know what she said
Do know what she meant
One arm pointed
Other arm bent
Making sounds you
Seldom hear
Moved her head
Make it all clear
She gave me a card
For the handicapped
Say i´m a specialist
At body rap
Chorus
Bridge.
Come into my world
Be a believer a living achiever
See what your thoughts can guarantee
Chorus
Ad lib
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