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Marvin Gaye - Ooo remember, baby, how you made me feel...

Ooo remember, baby, how you made me feel just like a king?
Ah, I've been waiting
I'm ready for you to start doin' the things
So I'll know you're mine.
You're so fine, so petite, oh candy sweet.
Ah, I've been waiting.
Come here, baby, get to this. (Marvin Gaye)

Ooo remember, baby, how you made me feel just like a king? Ah, I've been waiting I'm ready for you to start doin' the things So I'll know you're mine. You're so fine, so petite, oh candy sweet. Ah, I've been waiting. Come here, baby, get to this.

Marvin Gaye

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