(Ooh) Yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah By answering one simple question Am I really gonna relieve your tension Put it all in another dimension now As I'm facing your sidewalk trauma Why do you have to punish your neighbor I must confess the prospects, they are foul I don't know why, feel like I'll give just one more good lesson I ain't just a piece of meat Sitting in a delicatessen Boy, do I turn you 'round When I turn you down? Oh, isn't this profound I know I turn you on You'd never be the one So why you hangin' on? Can your wife and your kids really be A part of your uncut spiel? And do you actually think that you're getting by? Can you make me a street map of the real? You chasing a ball of string through Enters at the head office in your mind I don't know why, feel like I'll give you just one more good lesson I ain't just some piece of meat Sitting in a delicatessen Boy, do I turn you 'round When I turn you down? Oh, isn't this profound I know I turn you on You'd never be the one So why you hangin' on? Is it really a coincidence Or is it just a wind-up? Do you really think you shake my confidence Are you scared you'll get blown up Then you gotta face the prospects When you try to eliminate the trend That's been, never emulate, just stimulate your mind (Ooh) Yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah Boy, do I turn you 'round When I turn you down? Oh, isn't this profound I know I turn you on You'd never be the one So why you hangin' on? So why you hangin' on, baby?
(Ooh) Yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah By answering one simple question Am I really gonna relieve your tension Put it all in another dimension now As I'm facing your sidewalk trauma Why do you have to punish your neighbor I must confess the prospects, they are foul I don't know why, feel like I'll give just one more good lesson I ain't just a piece of meat Sitting in a delicatessen Boy, do I turn you 'round When I turn you down? Oh, isn't this profound I know I turn you on You'd never be the one So why you hangin' on? Can your wife and your kids really be A part of your uncut spiel? And do you actually think that you're getting by? Can you make me a street map of the real? You chasing a ball of string through Enters at the head office in your mind I don't know why, feel like I'll give you just one more good lesson I ain't just some piece of meat Sitting in a delicatessen Boy, do I turn you 'round When I turn you down? Oh, isn't this profound I know I turn you on You'd never be the one So why you hangin' on? Is it really a coincidence Or is it just a wind-up? Do you really think you shake my confidence Are you scared you'll get blown up Then you gotta face the prospects When you try to eliminate the trend That's been, never emulate, just stimulate your mind (Ooh) Yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah Boy, do I turn you 'round When I turn you down? Oh, isn't this profound I know I turn you on You'd never be the one So why you hangin' on? So why you hangin' on, baby?
