Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Theophilus London
Theophilus London
Vocals
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Musician
Jef Brown
Jef Brown
Saxophone
Todd Simon
Todd Simon
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Producer
Zephyrus Sowers
Zephyrus Sowers
Engineer
Chris Coady
Chris Coady
Engineer

Lyrics

I want you to groove me, baby Take us to stars that's miles away Let's groove if you want to, ohh, now As I go off, don't get lost We lack in the city of the gems Kiss me off till you get near A new city shall began Hold me down and catch this sound Before it blows off in the wind And realize in here the wise don't fear For years we campin in, come on I just got this feeling deep inside of me Groove me, baby Won't you catch my love It could offer something Aha, aha, aha I want you to groove me, baby Take us to stars that's miles away Let's groove if you want to, ohh, now Don't give it up, dear, you're so sincere The light lit up the room In a deep space there's no return I guess I'll see you in June Land of the queens, land of the kings Let's rejoice and let's all sing Take a vow or take this ring Funky love, that's my thing I just got this feeling deep inside of me Groove me, baby Won't you catch my love? It could offer something Aha, aha, aha Think about you every day every night I know you want me, baby Won't you catch my love? It could offer something Aha, aha, aha Come to the lovers house It won't be far The lovers house at night They go to sleep alone Throw tissues in the air The fire gather 'round Her brother said to me she's not your cup of tea Oh, what a mystery at night they go to sleep alone I just got this feeling deep inside of me Groove me, baby Won't you catch my love? It could offer something Aha, aha, aha Think about you every day, every night I know you want me, baby Won't you catch my love? It could offer something Aha aha aha Come to the lovers house Across the yard The lovers house at night They go to sleep alone Throw tissues in the air The fire gather 'round Her brother said to me, she's not your cup of tea Oh, what a mystery at night they go to sleep alone
Writer(s): David Andrew Sitek, Theophilus London Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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