The Crunge

I wanna tell you 'bout my good fling I ain't disclosing no names but He sure is a good friend, and I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from If I tell you, you won't come again, oh, hey I ain't gonna tell you nothin', but I do will, but I know, yeah Now let me tell you 'bout my girl I open up a newspaper and what do I see? Ahh, ahh see my girl, ahh, looking at me Ooh, and when she walks, she walks, and lemme tell ya When she talks, she talks And when she looks me in my eye She's my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine Ooh, tell me, baby, what you want me to do And you want me to love you, love some other man Ooh, they ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful, no Ah, I don't need, no respect from nobody, no, no Ah yeah, no, no, ah I ain't gonna tell you nothing, I ain't gonna tell you no more, no She's my baby, let me tell you that I love her so and, and She is the woman I really wanna love And let me tell you more, ooh She's my baby, let me tell you, she lives next door She's the one a woman, the one a woman that I know I ain't going, I ain't going, I ain't going to tell I ain't going to tell you one thing That you really ought to know, boy She's my lover, baby, and I love her so, and She's the one that really makes me whirl and twirl, and She's the kind of lover that makes me feel the whole world, and She's the one who really makes me jump and shout, oh She's the kind of girl, I know what it's all about Take it on Take it, take it, take it Ah, excuse me Oh, will you excuse me I'm just trying to find the bridge Has anybody seen the bridge? Please (Have you seen the bridge?) I ain't seen the bridge (Where's that confounded bridge?)