1969

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)

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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)