By J. Quandt
This is my condition brother.
I can love that one, the other, no more.
I’m in love and I don’t like it, haven’t got the strength to fight it anymore.
He’s inside my head damit and I don’t think I can stand it anymore
Every time he calls me and says, ‘baby I think its time. You came over sweety’
He’s the boy from NYC
We met down in the country in St. Lou.
He was hiding incognito
as if running from some danger he only knew.
He took a liking to me and I can feel the chemistry between us two.
He had arms that were sculpted by the hands of God
and legs out of a runner’s world that really turned me on.
Face so round and beautiful, lips so full and sweet
and every time he touches me he makes me feel so weak.
This is my condition brother,
I can’t love that one, the other no more
I‘m in love and I don’t like it, haven’t got the strength to fight it anymore.
He’s inside my headed damit and I don’t think I can stand it anymore
Well it’s been a little while since he’s been by my side
But every now and then he calls me on the telephone line
He don’t trust his heart to no one and that keeps him on the run
But he’ll always be the only man that I’ll ever love, oh yea.
He’ll be the only one I wanna give it all to oh yea.
He makes me weak in the knees, oh yea.
Mama please tell me what to do about these feelings
I’m in love and I don’t like it,
haven’t got the strength to fight it oh no.
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