| Yeah, I have dreams of you and I
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| And those dreams that I dream
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| It’s in black and white
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| (1) — I dream in black and white
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| But I make love in color
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| Ooh, girl, you’re body so tight
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| I wanna make you my lover
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| I dream in black and white
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| But I make love in color
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| Ooh, girl, you’re body’s so right
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| I wanna make you my lover
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| Matisse couldn’t paint a better picture
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| Of a holy tipper, who praises for days
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| I know I make good love to you
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| That’s what I heard you say
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| Don’t blame it on the paintbrush
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| You should blame it on the canvas
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| Cuz these small time minds don’t really understand us
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| Ooh, baby, yeah
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| They said I broke the laws of motion
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| The way you made an image of me
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| But I got all seven seas open
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| Your third eye couldn’t even see
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| But could you make a groan
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| So I could leave your first body alone
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| Girl, you got me in a zone
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| I said I’m cryin' out for more, oh
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| (2) — Don’t touch there too much
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| Cuz I could get a little crazy
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| It’s almost scandalous
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| Baby, can never wanna leave me
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| I dream in black and white
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| But I make love in color
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| That’s my style, baby |