Mini-skirt Minnie, Lord have mercy You're the baddest thing around Mini-skirt Minnie, huh What you're puttin' down, look-a-here Now when you walk that walk, yeah baby You know you look so fine When you talk that talk, oh child You know you just drive men out of their minds You got me slippin' 'round, chippin' 'round Sneakin' 'round, peeepin' 'round Oh baby, ow, for the taste of your love Mini-skirt Minnie, yeah You know you really come on strong, yeah You got a hold on me chasin' after you, baby You've got the women cryin' and carryin' on, oh yeah You know you wear your dresses so high You stop the traffic when you walk by And the way you twist and carry on, you know what? You're gonna break up a lot of happy homes You got me slippin' 'round, chippin' 'round Sneakin' 'round, peeepin' 'round Oh baby, ow, the taste of your love Mini-skirt Minnie, yeah You know you gotta pull your mini-skirt down, yeah Mini-skirt Minnie, yeah, yeah I dig what you're puttin' down, gone with your fancy A taste of your love, that's all I want Just a taste of your love, I've got to have it Taste of your love, child
writers: BONNIE RICE
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