Yeah… yee…
Talkin’ ’bout my baby,
Talkin’ ’bout my baby,
??? go walkin’ down (the) urban street.
I just can’t ???,
??? the wall behind her.
She got a red hot pants on,
She got ??? yellow ???.
???
She’s shakin’ that big ???
???
She said i wanna go out on a picknick with you baby,
Under the big bright yellow sun
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