Bill Withers - You Got The Stuff

It's got something to do with the weather
That I'm feeling the way that I do
And it's got something to do with
The time of my life
It's got something to do with you
It's got something to do with the feeling
That we get when we do what we do
And it's got something to do
With your oop-shoo-be do
And it's got something to do with you

You've got the stuff to pick me up
You've got the stuff to pick me up
You got the stuff, can't get enough
You've got the stuff to pick me up

Deep inside I don't want to hide my feelings
And I just gotta tell you that I love you

Got that little movement in your hip
(So in love with you)
Got that 'lil pucker in your lip
(Don't know what to do)
Get that 'li'l twinkle in your eye
(that's the reason why)
Gonna find it hard to pass you by
It's got something to do with being peaceful
No regrets, just a memory or two
And it's got something to do
With your oop-shoo-be do
And it's got something to do with you

You've got the stuff to pick me up
You've got the stuff to pick me up
Sweet, sweet stuff, can't get enough
You've got the stuff to pick me up

Can't get enough of that stuff
Can't get enough of that stuff
Can't get enough of that sweet, sweet stuff
Can't get enough of that stuff
Can't get enough of that stuff
Can't get enough of that stuff
Can't get enough of that sweet, sweet stuff
Can't get enough of that stuff
Can't get enough of that stuff
Can't get enough of that stuff
Can't get enough of that sweet, sweet stuff
Can't get enough of that stuff

Written by:
Bill Withers, Keith Satchell, Paul Smith

Publisher:
Lyrics © BLEUNIG MUSIC, Royalty Network

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