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BABYFACE
written by Babyface, Perri Smith (1989) Somebody told me There'd be trouble at home 'Cause we never talk a lot When we spend time alone So how are we supposed to know Know when something is wrong Well, we've got a right to communicate It keeps a happy home And no one does it like me And no one but you Has that kind of whip appeal on me Keep on whippin' on me Work it on me Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me Keep on whippin' on me Work it on me Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me When we go to work How the day seems so long The only thing I think about Can't wait 'til we get home 'Cause we got a way of talking And it's better than words It's the strangest kind of relationship Oh, but with us it always works And no one does it like me And no one but you Has that kind of whip appeal on me Whatever you want It's alright with me 'Cause you've got that whip appeal So work it on me It's better than love Sweet as can be You've got that whip appeal So whip it on me Keep on whippin' on me Work it on me Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me Keep on whippin' on me Work it on me Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me And no one does it like me And no one but you Has that kind of whip appeal on me HOOK 4 times Keep on whippin' on me Work it on me Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me Keep on whippin' on me Work it on me Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me
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