Music Video

I'm Thinking About Your Body
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Us3
Us3
Performer
Ed Jones
Ed Jones
Soprano Saxophone
Tim Vine
Tim Vine
Piano
Shabaam Sahdeeq
Shabaam Sahdeeq
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Vialva
M. Vialva
Composer
Bobby McFerrin
Bobby McFerrin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Hawkins
Jim Hawkins
Producer
Geoff Wilkinson
Geoff Wilkinson
Mixing Engineer
JC Concato
JC Concato
Mixing Engineer
Mark Aubrey
Mark Aubrey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Graham Hogg
Graham Hogg
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Chorus) Oh baby I'm thinking about your body Oh baby I'm thinking about your face Pull up a seat let's have a drink and talk How'd I find you outta all the women in New York You walk and talk so refined, picture you being mine I think it's time, but I don't wanna play mine So I step to the rear just a little to see if you follow Then I know it's a give and take situation My time's very valuable, don't wanna waste it, but I can taste It Meaning that the future can hold a lot for us Things we discuss make Dr Ruth blush, keep it hush Put you on a pedestal, treat you like the queen you are Never be too far apart from your heart (Chorus) I can feel her in the party even though I don't see her Her vibes and mine intertwine like locks At the table I watch She's gonna step in my vision, appear like a genie Ready to grant my wishes Future mother of my seeds indeed we must breed And bring forth the cream of life with no fights Last through the stormy weather, still together 'Til death us do part was in my heart from start But then there's the pain you get before you gain Hold on tight, don't wanna sleep alone tonight She reflects my light, in she I see heaven When making love I escape from hell on earth Intoxicating, I fiend for the touch Hush hush is how I keep it, she can't know I'm a lush Thinks she knows what I like, reads my mind like a book See I'm thinking 'bout her body 'cos she got me hooked (Chorus) I'm thinking 'bout her body, curves make my vision blur Her conversation got me intoxicated Trippin' like booby traps, she made my heart collapse Perhaps this is not what I really need Maybe I might be speedin', in her hands I'm feedin' But moms raised no fool, keep it cool and don't drool Is it mutual? My head is filled with thoughts How'd I find her outta all the women in New York?
Writer(s): Geoffrey Wilkinson, Bradley E. Armstead, Jim Hawkins, Robert Mcferrin Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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