Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stephen Simmonds
Stephen Simmonds
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Simmonds
Stephen Simmonds
Lyrics
Claydes Smith
Claydes Smith
Composer
Dennis Thomas
Dennis Thomas
Composer
Donald Boyce
Donald Boyce
Composer
George Brown
George Brown
Composer
Richard Westfield
Richard Westfield
Composer
Robert Bell
Robert Bell
Composer
Robert Spike Mickens
Robert Spike Mickens
Composer
Ronald Bell
Ronald Bell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Simmonds
Stephen Simmonds
Producer
Peter Cartriers
Peter Cartriers
Producer

Lyrics

She was sixteen, just a child it would seem, when the world took her on Her beauty destroyed and turned men into boys drove their senses beyond, She was my all, I'm a brick in her wall, another book on her shelf I'd run when she called, summer, winter or fall, I couldn't help myself It's been a long time, but she's still on my mind, the way she moves should be a crime Watch her get down (sweet lord) watch her get down (oh no) And she don't stop, she rock until your eyes are sore, Watch her get down (sweet lord) watch her get down (oh no) Maybe you got the shot, but you ain't ever gonna score She's got the skills, dirty dreams are fulfilled, when she walks in the room When will you learn, if you play you'll get burned, like a heatwave in June Outside in the rain, broken hearts cry her name, until the early morn' She's heaven on earth, like perfection gave birth, let the word be born
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