My baby got her groove back;
she looks like she's in Motown.
She's got stuff and knows how to use it;
I may have a nervous breakdown.
My baby has so much junk in her trunk;
she puts a sweet taste in my mouth.
My baby is ever so so so fine,
she makes all my thoughts go south.
My baby grooves with me all night long;
she makes all my dreams come true.
She's the perfect, dearest love of my life;
I love her, truly I do.
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