Vincent Dean Body Talking
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When the loving is right, let your body do the talking
Red dress, skin tight, you do the samba like a black mamba
Cats eyes, knock me down, my spit dribble like a blood hound
Your big booty wiggle, dying to communicate, your double D silicons on prison
brake
Your trembling buns, got rhythms like Motown drums
You hypnotize me swinging your pendulum
I feel like I know you, (your booty got swing)
I feel like I know you from another life
When the loving is right, let your body do the talking
When the loving is right, you and me we do the wrestling
Sweet nectar, sensual fever, let your body do the talking
When the loving is right, let your body, do the talking
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your booty got swing
Your fingers sealed my lips, climbing hands set out to frisk
You rip the vest of my chest, now I‘m breathing hard like on mount Everest
You must be Isis the Egyptian goddess, my blue blooded, belly dancing princess
Pack your bags, lets run away, I‘ll be your bodyguard to the rest of my days
I feel like I know you from another life
When the loving is right, let your body do the talking
When the loving is right, you and me we do the wrestling
Sweet nectar, sensual fever, let your body do the talking
When the loving is right, let your body, do the talking
Your body got bounce, oh your body got swing
Serenades of nightingale birds come to sing
Your body got bounce, oh your body got swing
Your kisses sensual whips of jelly fish that sting
When the loving is right, let your body do the talking
When the loving is right, you and me we do the wrestling
Sweet nectar, sensual fever, let your body do the talking
When the loving is right, let your body, do the talking
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your boody got swing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your boody got swing
