yeah Dreaming about you Dreaming, dreaming, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh Dreaming, dreaming, oh yeah
Shout
Chester Martin.
Nasti.
Floor to a nation, my kind of woman Have you ever seen the color of a man? I like the way she moves, the way she walks.
It's like a rhythm of a melody song that heats to the touch.
Have you ever seen the color of her skin? Brown skin like a magdalene Her eyes shine like an open jar She makes me feel brand new every time I look at her Oh yeah Always look at her picture It reminds me
yeah Dreaming about you Dreaming, dreaming, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh Dreaming, dreaming, oh yeah
Shout
Chester Martin.
Nasti.
Floor to a nation, my kind of woman Have you ever seen the color of a man? I like the way she moves, the way she walks.
It's like a rhythm of a melody song that heats to the touch.
Have you ever seen the color of her skin? Brown skin like a magdalene Her eyes shine like an open jar She makes me feel brand new every time I look at her Oh yeah Always look at her picture It reminds me
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