When I see my baby, what do I see? Poetry. Poetry in motion. Poetry in motion.
Walking by my side. Her lovely locomotion. Keeps my eyes open wide. Poetry in motion. See her ghetto sway. A wave out on the ocean. Could never move that way.
I love every movement. And there's nothing I would do.
Poetry in motion. She doesn't need improvement. She's much too nice to rearrange. Poetry in motion. Dancing close to me. A flower of devotion. A swaying graceful leaf.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Poetry in motion. See her ghetto sway. A wave out on the ocean. Could never move that way.
I love every movement. And there's nothing I would change. She doesn't need improvement.
Poetry in motion.
She's much too nice to rearrange. Poetry in motion. All that I adore. No number nine love potion. Could make me love her more.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This love potion is so beautiful.
Hmm.



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You got to know multiple routes.

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