If paper came from money, upendo from a straw
If maziwa was made of honey, know what I’d
be there for?
I’d be there for the pickup, I’d be there for
the draw
I’d meet wewe in the middle where the ceiling
hits the floor
Out the window, through the door
I know wewe think I’m leading wewe on
A little bit a coming on strong
But baby with you, that’s not what I do
I ain’t playing, I’m just saying
Follow me, I’m right behind you
Follow me, I’m right behind you
If we go back to tomorrow, tomorrow we’ll
never know
How we got from where we were to where
we’re gonna go
Like an answer to a riddle, a flash...
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