Sweetie (Inna Piano Fashion)

She plays a forty-five Man alive Spinnin' and I take a dive Down low Downtown on the Underground ride that train The one drops sound You need tempo She's a little bit older Yeah a little bit wiser A little bit more woman The candy from her lips And the sweetnes from her hips Her beat I truly miss When I need that rhythm in my bones I know she got that song I call her sweetie I call her call her Sweetie I love her taste I love her groove I love the way she makes me move I call her Sweetie I call her call her Sweetie I call her Sweetie I call her call her Sweetie I call her Sweetie Some may think she's not my type To record spinnin' out of time But we know that's alright Picks me up and lays me down Then she thinks I'm faded out She likes to play the B-side Just a little bit older Yes a little bit wiser A little bit more woman The candy from her lips The sweetness of her hips Her beat I truly miss When I need that rhythm in my bones I know she got that song I call her sweetie I call her call her Sweetie I love her taste I love her groove I love the way she makes me move I call her Sweetie I call her call her Sweetie I call her Sweetie I call her call her Sweetie Yeah yeah I call her Sweetie I know she's got that song Yes I do, I do Yeah I know she's got that song To make me move To make me move Yes she's always got that song for me For me I call her Sweetie I call her call her sweetie Yeah yeah She's always got that song for me I know she got that song