Sarah Connor - French Kissing

Come on
You say, you say you love me
I make you believe that it's love you receive
Like a thief
I just take what I need
And when we're going tonight

Just an ordinary evening
I hear voices from the ceiling
And I really was believing
It was my mind playing tricks on me

Went upstairs just for receiving
Something told me you were leaving
So I looked out of my window
Just to see you there coming straight back to me

Do it, baby, do it
On the beach
Do it, baby, do it
Down on the street
Do it, baby, do it
You and me
We're gonna do what they call the French kissing

Give it, baby, give it
In the car
Take it, baby, take it
Wherever you are
Give it, baby, give it
Go too far
We're gonna do what they call the French kissing

(Come on)
All the people try to reach us
All the preachers try to teach us
They will never find the features
That make our love live eternally (that's right)

You and me we live forever
Breaking rules but stay together
So I miss your kiss and tell you this

Do it, baby, do it
On the beach
Do it, baby, do it
Down on the street
Do it, baby, do it
You and me
We're gonna do what they call the French kissing

Give it, baby, give it
In the car
Take it, baby, take it
Wherever you are
Give it, baby, give it
Go too far
We're gonna do what they call the French kissing

Romeo, lover, got up and kissed her (uhh)
His Juliet girlfriend started to whisper
"According to Caesar and to Cleopatra
I say the top of the pop is French kissing" (that's right)

Like Eve and Adam, seduction led 'em
And when they went to get down
They found their way to heaven
Do you want me to stop? (No)
We're gonna do the French kissing (yeah)

Do it, baby, do it
On the beach
Do it, baby, do it
Down on the street (the French kissing)
Do it, baby, do it
You and me
We're gonna do what they call the French kissing

Give it, baby, give it
In the car (in the car)
Take it, baby, take it
Wherever you are (wherever you are)
Give it, baby, give it
Go too far
We're gonna do what they call the French kissing

You just wanna feel

Dup-dup-dup-dup, dup-dup-dup-dup, dup-dup-dup-dup, dup-dup-dup-dup
Dup-dup-dup-dup, dup-dup-dup-dup, dup-dup-dup-dup, dup-dup-dup-dup

Do it, baby, do it, do it, do it, do it, baby
Do it, baby, do it
Down on the street (down on the street)
Do it, baby, do it
You and me
We're gonna do what they call the French kissing

Give it, baby, give it
In the car (in the car)
Take it, baby, take it
Wherever you are (wherever you are)
Give it, baby, give it
Go too far
We're gonna do what they call the French kissing

Written by:
Bill Withers, Chauncey Hannibal, Kay Denar, Lynise Walters, Richard Vick, Rob Tyger, Teddy Riley, William Stewart

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