You've been restin' (?), babyOn the side of the crossI'm getting used to itIt's how people get off, yeahI should'veI feel lingered onIt's a shoe-shine, party, butThe ratings are soft nowWho is producing you (your main man?)
Sweet, sweet love will shine and never dim, yeahThe freak of nature (three-foot nature?)He's not completely offWhat could be betterHis ratings they're soft, nowHe turns his sax aroundCalls them clean, yeahAnother day yeahTurning black into gold, yeah
Who is producing you (your main man?)Sweet, sweet love will shine and never dim, yeahWho is producing you (your main man?)Sweet, sweet love will shine and never dim, yeah
