| We meet every single day at the same old place
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| At the same old time
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| With the same state of mind
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| Me and her together but we know it ain’t forever
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| We just happy for the time
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| The weed and the wine
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| The walks in the park, escapades in the dark
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| We knew how it had to be right
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| From the very start coz
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| I got obligations and she’s in the situation
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| That she came to state, so this is our fate
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| Holding hands, a smile, a glimpse
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| A kiss and a dance but we can’t take a chance on
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| Gettin caught
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| So we stick to a plan coz
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| We both got another and they wouldn’t understand it
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| Me and Mrs Jones have a thing going on
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| I wouldn’t call it love but it damn sure strong
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| It ain’t about doin' dirt
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| Or living like a flirt
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| But what they don’t know don’t hurt
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| Me and Mrs Jones
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| Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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| Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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| Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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| Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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| The very first time I met her I
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| Saw her from across the room
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| And just when we be both but can’t consume
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| By the thought
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| Of she and I being together so I
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| Headed in her direction for some closer inspection
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| I intentionally brushed her hand her
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| Skin had a satin touch
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| The feeling she gave me was
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| More than I could measure and
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| Right away I
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| Knew I had to have her with me
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| If not with me then maybe just to hit me
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| She got ten point skill and percision in the walk
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| And the way that she talk
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| Make my mouth turn to chalk
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| She give me everything that I don’t get at home
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| And it seems like I’m a man coz her’s is always gone, now
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| Tell me what love got to do with it
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| No coz we both feel good when we kickin' it
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| Some might say that I’m and should leave her alone
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| But me and Mrs Jones got a thang goin' on
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| Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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| Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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| Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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| Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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| It’s been about a year since we’ve been seeing eachother
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| And we’re a whole lot more than just part time lovers
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| Coz when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em
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| But her life is not revolved around how revolving
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| I’m the Shaka Zulu and she’s my fantasie, but
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| Deep down inside we know that we can never be
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| Any more than what we are, a phone call in the car
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| Bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar
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| When all of a sudden right out of the blue my
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| Ladie got a clue on
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| What what we was up to and
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| Wait a minute, damn
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| From what I understand
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| It seems that my woman’s been talking to her man
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| Since we both in love with the people at home
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| It looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone
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| Coz I got a woman and she got a man so
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| That’s how it goes, and that’s how it is
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| Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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| Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones
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| Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
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| Mrs Jones, oh yeah
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| We used to meet at the same place
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| Same time
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| Used to sit and talk it over
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| Talk it over
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| Me and Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones
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| Mrs Jones Mrs Jones |