The Crunge

I wanna tell you 'bout my good friend
I ain’t disclosing no names, but
He sure is a good friend, and
I ain’t gonna tell you where he comes from, no
If I tell you, you won’t come again
I ain’t gonna tell you nothing, but I do will what I know
Oh, yeah, what I know, what I know, know
Let me tell you 'bout my girl
I open up a newspaper and what do I see
Ooh, and when she walks, she walks
And when she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in the eye
She’s my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine
Tell me baby what you want me to do
Want me to love you, love some other man, too
Ain’t gonna call me Mr. Pitiful
I don’t need no respect from nobody
I ain’t gonna tell you nothing, I ain’t gonna no more
She’s my baby, let me tell you that I love her so
And she’s the woman I really love
She’s my baby, lemme tell you, she lives next door
She’s the one a woman, and I wanna, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, know, know
Tell you one thing that you really ought to know
She’s my lover baby and I love her so
She’s the one that really makes me whirl and twirl
She’s the kind of lover that makes me me fill the whole-whoa-whoa-whoa world
She’s the one who really makes me jump and shout
She’s the kind of girl, kind of girl, I know what it’s really all about
I can’t find the bridge
Anybody seen the bridge
Somebody take me to the bridge
Have you, have you
Have you seen the bridge?
Somebody help me, help me
Help me find the bridge
Anybody seen the bridge?
Can you people out here help us find the bridge?
Can you help us find the bridge?
Where’s that confounded bridge?