De La Soul - Seal Me With A Kiss Lyrics

Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby

How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz
When you lookin' like somethin' I need to know about? (You know)
I used to go about it the wrong way
Tuggin' your arm when you'd pass
But I see you got class besides all that
Yeah, I'm picky in my own way too
While the rest of these fools is lookin' to screw your brains out
I blamed that on why I stand froze
Practicin' my hello's, hey lady, how you doin'?
Renewin' these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here
Shit, I don't even know your name yet (word)
Ain't sure what your character contains yet
But damn, lady, you could be my Valentine
Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked (what?)
Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway (uh-huh)
I grow my confidence in words the Henny way, yeah, buy me a drink
So we can sink into that thought path (come on, baby)

Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby

Now you know you ain't right, eyein' me up all night
Despite the fact some kid is runnin' chitta-chat in your ear
How the hell we get here, with me over here and you over there
When we can make, such an obvious pair?
Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit?
I'm peepin' how you move it to the pace of the beat
Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours
Your heavenly body rushin' the tide to shore
Your heavenly body rushin' these guys to the floor
To find pleasure in your double digit design
But these clowns look hurt
And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman expert
Understandin' how the ovaries and all that shit work
Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised
That I'm movin' closer, don't be, I'm supposed to see
Are you for real or a tease?

Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal
Ain't nuttin dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision (caught you watchin')
My every move from the door
Teran escortin' us to V.I.p., we live in D.C.
Shoestring dress I want to fuck and make your hair look a mess
Suckin' the straw, huh? You know the head game (word up)
First place chick, girl, I'm all about winnin' too
I want my trophy life-sized in a see-through

This ain't your average, whip on your battered bridge
Drivin' song, your partenr isn't your type
So I type it long with that ink that won't budge
Or smudge off your memory, courtesy of SkyTel
My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH1
Also need the math to your tele-P-H-one
Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed
But sound the buzzer, I'm comin to sub (sub)

Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby

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Hey, ho (what?)
Yeah, you, ho (oh, yeah, me, true, true)
You can be down too

(Yo, she always wanna rhyme when she get around some dudes)
Yo, yo, whatever to that
I got this Thought shit right here, yo, Black Thought
I got that shit down pat
Check, hold on, hold on, let me hit that, let me hit (Ghost Weed)
Got that Thought shit yo, yo, bust it, bust it
I'm 'bout to freak that shit

Check me out, yo, yo, check it out
Uh, as we descend upon the city of schemes
See the image fadin' into view from a black screen (aight)
A frail grandmother pack a heavy MAC-teen
We fiend slash machines in the struggle and things (yo, she sound kinda good, yo)
Bloody denim scuff knuckle and things (kinda wack)
Sucker punchin' fake rappers, forcin' me to take it to the extreme
Oh, you real, son, well, what do you mean?
How you real when you hustlin 'dreams?
How you feel like you fuckin' with me?
Now burn the 5th Militia flame-thrower
The mic soldier, takin' things over
You're not sober, consider thinking things over, relax
We 'bout to spit it all over the track, yo

How you gon' have a girl doin', Black Thought?
Yo, take this (it's corny) (Weed)
Don't even listen to him, don't sweat it
Word, yo

Ghost Weed (you know I killed that shit)
it's not like, "Wow," it's like, "Whoa"

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