De La Soul - With Me lyrics

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz
When you lookin' like somethin' I
Need to know about?
I used to go about it the wrong way
Tuggin' your arm when you'd pass
But I see you got class besides all that
Yeah I'm picky in my own way too
While the rest of these fools is
Lookin' to screw your brains out
I blamed that on why I stand froze
Practicin' my hello's, hey lady
How you doin'?
Renewin' these vows is like fifty
Steps beyond from here
Shit I don't even know your name yet (word)
Ain't sure what your character contains yet
But damn lady, you could be my Valentine
Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked
Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway
I grow my confidence in words
The Henny way, yeah, buy me a drink
So we can sink into that thought path

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby

Now you know you ain't right
Eyein' me up all night
Despite the fact some kid is
Runnin' chitta-chat in your ear
How the hell we get here, with me over here
And you over there
When we can make, such an obvious pair?
Why miss? Have you misread
My shyness for conceit?
I'm peepin' how you move it to
The pace of the beat got my eyes on wide as
They constantly collide with yours
Your heavenly body rushin' the tide to shore
Your heavenly body rushin' these
Guys to the floor
To find pleasure in your double digit design
But these clowns look hurt
And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman ex-pert
Understandin' how the ovaries and
All that shit work
Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised
That I'm movin' closer, don't be
I'm supposed to DC
Are you for real or a tease?

Now let that drink set in sweet
We up close and personal
Ain't nothin' dull about this
Sharp like Swiss precision
(Caught you watch-in) my every
Move from the door
Teran escortin' us to VIP, we live in DC
Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make
Your hair look a mess
Suckin the straw huh? You know the head game
First place chick girl I'm
All about winnin' too
I want my trophy life-sized in a see-through

This ain't your average
Whip on your battered bridge
Drivin song, your partner isn't your type
So I type it long with
That ink that won't budge
Or smudge off your memory courtesy of SkyTel
My mail
Pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1
Also need the math to your telephone
Not the old man in the club who
Needs his dub to get rubbed
But sound the buzzer, I'm comin' to sub

Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby
Dance with me, come on dance, with me, baby