Michael Jackson — Butterflies Eve A Cappella

[Verse 1: Eve] Uh oh she just your type right Tryin to figure out how you could play a major part up in her life right Shorty got your mind tight And everytime you see her walk by start thinkin bout your night like She all that's in your eye sight And ever since the first day you seened her thinkin she the wife type You figure she'll be perfect lovin you Fantasize the tingle from her fingers rubbin you Tryin to analyze the situation, you feelin crazy Wan't it there forever what's so special 'bout this lady? Feelin like you wanna cool back But you know you perfect for her you got all of what them fools lack Maybe you should make this thing happen Raise some things swingin on the porch while the kids nappin You got everything else you need Snatch her up fill that empty space she can make your life complete [Verse 2: Eve] You like, wait, stop, the way that she got you hot Excited said you be what she got Enticin' mommy like the cream of the crop Pressure gettin heavy 'bout to make your heart pop All your life you waited for this chick Nobody told you would it feel like this Do anything just to feel that kiss Wanna give her whatever you got In front of millions make it known whatever the plot


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