@migu music@

Artist：quincy jones

Songs Title：stuff like that

Walked in the joint

They were lined up back to back

Anything you can name no shame

Uhn uh

An stuff like that

Do it - do it

Do it - do it

What makes you feel like doin stuff like that

What makes you feel like doin stuff like that

Before my eyes

Was the promise of paradise

Is she real can she feel

Is she a dream If ya know what I mean

Cause she was built out of

Stuff like that

Stuff Like That 4 xs

I knew I was captured

By the rhythm of the magic flute

Pulling and urging me

To taste the forbidden fruit

Tho I felt naive

I did not want to leave

Fever was in the air

All of a sudden I didn't care

No reason why I just had to testify

Do it - do it