George Clinton — Hey Good Lookin Booty Enhanced Remix

Excuse me if I gawk, if I balk If there's a pause in my talk You've got me tongue-tied, girl (Hey, good lookin') Pardon me if I flip, if I trip If my composure sort of slips (Hey, good lookin') Please don't fret if I freak The sight of you got me geeked (Hey, good lookin') Oh, forgive me if I stare You must be aware I've been buggin' about your beauty, baby baba And I bet ya! (Hey, good lookin') You've got me gawkin', balkin', trippin' Flippin', buggin', frettin', freakin' Goin' ga-ga-goo-ga Yeah, you got me geeked (What are you doin'?) Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh... You know you look marvelous! Oh-oh-oh, oh oh, good lookin' Oh, good lookin' Good lookin', look good to me (oh girl) You look good to me (yer fine, girl) Good lookin', look good to me You look good to me You got me gawkin', balkin', trippin' Flippin', buggin', frettin', freakin' (Buggin', frettin', freakin', oh child) Good lookin', look good to me You look good to me Excuse me if I gawk, if I balk If there's a pause in my talk (Hey, good lookin') Not one to intellectualize But then you come to realize That it's hard to verbalize What it is you visualize, baby Pardon me if I trip, if I flip If my composure sort of slips (Hey, good lookin') Hey good lookin', look good to me You look good to me (Please don't fret) Hey good lookin', look good to me You look good to me Please don't fret if I freak The sight of you got me geeked Hey good lookin', look good to me You look good to me (so fine!) Hey good lookin' Tell me what you got cookin', y'all Hey good lookin', look good to me You look good to me (quit it!) Hey good lookin' Tell me what you got cookin', y'all Hey good lookin', look good to me You look good to me You got me gawkin', balkin', trippin' Flippin', buggin', frettin', freakin' Goin' ga-ga-goo-ga Yeah you got me geeked Hey good lookin', look good to me You look good to me (so fine) Hey good lookin', look good to me (quit it!) You look good to me Walkin' down the avenue Lookin' so sexy and good There ain't no other girls Like you in the neighborhood Your teeth are brighter Than the rays of the sun Your lips are fleshy More than the water in the ocean I have bad indigestion You've just said Don't insist, don't persevere I won't give you any chanche No baby, I told you know you're wrong The way that you move Makes me act like a fool Your beautiful sends me crazy And makes me feel under the influence of a drug My heart is broken And my mind is cracked Because I feel like I'm the loser And I know that you're the winner My pain never goes away My eyes shed tears for your charity You said you gave me enough like, enough chances So what if you said don't bother me Leave me alone, go away Cuz' I'm gonna be the first who's takin' it And I'm gonna be the first to taste Got me geeked!


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