| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
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| And rub your body down
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| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
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| And rub your body down
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| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
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| Run them all over your body 'til your hollor stop
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| As in life they grow a high on high
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| Ooh! |
| How I love a black man oh my mind
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| Lay your body down to give yourself strength
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| As you walk through this world of confrontation
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| Rest your weary head
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| And let me run my fingers through your dreds
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| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
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| And rub your body down
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| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
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| And rub your body down
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| As I bathe my body in the sun
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| In the land where life began stands a man
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| One with nature with his head held high
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| He never questions why
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| Together we make the fruit of life
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| So I love and treat him right
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| So rest you weary head
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| And let me run my fingers through your dreds
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| Oooh baby baby
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| Oooh baby baby
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| Caress and kiss your tears away
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| I wanna touch your body
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| Walk through your mind
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| Undress you slowly
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| Take my time
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| Caress and kiss your tears away
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| Caress and kiss your tears away
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| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
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| And rub your body down
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| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
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| And rub your body down
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| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
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| And rub your body down
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| Let me run my fingers through your dred locks |