I'm supposed to groove with you I'm supposed to sway my hips all around Try to get you into my soul Put my arms around your neck During the slow songs And thank God that I am so close to you Feeling your hand on my back Possibly every place else... Put my waist up to yours A little griden goen on...Birth sign: Libra
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