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engueueengueueengueueLet me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street;
He was standing all shaky, hands all sweaty, and he could hardly speak.
I might as well take a minute or two put you onto some game;
You got a boy like him, a man like me, and that's just not the same.
Never mind an SMS,
What you need is a sweet caress.
Everybody wanna talk too much,
But what you need is a special touch.
Ooh, girl, wouldn't that feel right?
A little dinner with a candlelight.
And really when it comes down to it, pick a man that's down to fight.
I'll give you bonafied lovin', (Oh, oh, oh-oh!)
The type that makes me feel old.
I'll give you bonafied lovin', (Oh, oh, oh-oh!)
The type that makes me feel old.
Let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the road;
He was standing all shook, couldn't even look, and I was extra cold.
I might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks,
'Cause you can't compete with a man like me, and that's just how it works.
Look,
This comes as no surprise.
What you need is an older guy,
With a little bit of life experience,
the right clothes and the right appearance.
Ooh, girl, wouldn't that feel nice?
Hot dinner with a candlelight.
And really when it gets down to it, pick a man that's down to fight.
I'll give you bonafied lovin', (Oh, oh, oh-oh!)
The type that makes me feel old.
I'll give you bonafied lovin', (Oh, oh, oh-oh!)
The type that makes me feel old.
(Ow!)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
I'll give you bonafied lovin'
The type that makes me feel old
I'll give you bonafied lovin'
The type that makes me feel old
(Ow!)
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