There is no " just" in the way you make me feel,
my heart is racing and there is no keeping it still.
You make me hunger for another day with you,
baby , baby, baby I've got the Redi Whip blues.
The song bird is singing his song
hoping that his mate will come along,
I understand where is coming from
I sitting here daydreaming of your sweet love.
There is no " just" in the way you make me feel,
my heart is racing and there is no keeping it still.
You make me hunger for another day with you,
baby , baby, baby I've got the Redi Whip blues.
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