I've Come To Tell You 'bout The Story I See

It Made Of Honey But It Sting Like A Bee

Got The Message That It Come From The Floor

And That's The Way To Get Yourself In Trouble

You Think It's Easy 'cause You Don't Know The Feeling

Make It Up

Make It Up Like You Do No Wrong

Give Me Fever Like A Man Blind From Passion

If You Got The Time I'll Show You How To Turn It On



Please, You Got That Need



She Got Her Ways To Get Me Down On The Floor

And Take Me Places I Never Seen Before

Someone Told Me---you Got To Take It Easy

But I'm Just A Junkie, A Junkie

When The Heat Is On



Please, You Got That Need