get elevated, gettin' way mo' creative And you can slap me if it makes you happy But if you scratch and bite me, that only shows me you like me See,
grey to me, And trouble begins to brew, Whenever the winter winds become too strong, I concentrate on you. When fortune cries "nay, nay" to me, And people
in and fluctuates the diction I still understand the uh 'cuz that's what I met her for I'm hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore Women love
A thousand precious feelings from our past. When we express love and tenderness Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Dizzy's been
, gettin way mo' creative And you can slap me if it makes you happy But if you scratch and bite me, that only shows me you like me See, we can do big
on the microphone [Chorus] Yo You can whip me, you can chain me You can enslave, you can hang me But you'll never be able to figure me out like that
