WANNA TURN YOU ON TO PARADISE SWEET THING HOLD ME CLOSE (SHARE MY DESIRE) AND WE CAN MAKE THE MAGIC FLOW ONCE THE MUSIC IS RIGHT (CHORUS) GIVE ME SLOW JAMS
I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you do I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you
Ahhhhh!! Whitney Houston joins the JAMS!!!! Right on, right on ha! ha! ha! Whitney! Whitney! Whitney! Whitney! Whitney! Whitney Houston Joins the JAMS Right on Can you dig it... Whitney Houston Joins the JAMS
shit, we flip that shit Some east coast, west coast cosmic shit Some north bound shit, some some south bound shit Some overseas, London, out of town shit Rockin' the joint, rockin' the jams
, and tight The girls can't stand it When you're doing it right when they're up on the stand And then they kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams, I
can't stand it when you're doin' it right When I'm up on the stand I'm [Incomprehensible] to kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams I done kick 'em
Out There In Outer Space Is A Living, Blazing Fire So Vital And Alive That It (Burns Our Eyes To Witness It's Spendor?) Kick out the jams motherfuckers
Kick out the jams motherfuckers ! Yeah! I, I, I, I, I'm gonna I'm gonna kick 'em out ! Yeah ! Well i feel pretty good And i guess that i could get
tight The girls can't stand it When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand And then they kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams, I like
I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs You run like roaches, and you try to die I know your poison, in our space
The clock is a ring on her finger That she checks When she's out of time The cigarette's a spike In the spur of the moment Digging in her side She cuts
you tight. Turn up the sunday night slow jams. It's sunday night, I wanna love you for the rest of my life, sunday night slow jams
I wanna turn you up to paradise Sweet thang, hold me close Share my desire And we can make the magic flow Once the music is right Give me slow jams
Oh, she told the DJ, "Pardon me, I need some Swishahouse Color Changin' Click and Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life Well, a 'Slow Loud And Bangin
It's tuesday morning and there is nothing I'd rather do Traffic Jams and Train Cars just to get to you maybe we would walk around just showing me your
