This Funky Music Makes You Feel Good - War

I don't touch you the way I used to And I don't call and write when I'm away We don't make love as often as we did do Couldn't wait, now waits and it usually goes away But listen and think when I say it Oh but listen and think when I say it Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel Who loves you and knows you the way I do Who touches you and holds you quite like I do Who makes you feel like I make you feel I don't mind if you come home late I don't ever ask you where you've been I just assume there's a problem, you'll tell me But listen and think when I say it Oh but listen and think when I say it Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel Who loves you and knows you the way I do Who touches you and holds you quite like I do Who makes you feel like I make you feel Who makes you feel like I make you feel Who makes you feel like I make you feel Being weak when I am strong Being seen, who you are Being sad and love's not alone But listen and think when I say it Oh but listen and think when I say it Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel Who loves you and knows you the way I do Who touches you and holds you quite like I do Who makes you feel like I make you feel Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel Who loves you and knows you the way I do Who touches you and holds you quite like I do Who makes you feel like I make you feel Who makes you feel like I make you feel Who makes you feel like I make you feel Who makes you feel like I make you feel

There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish When we're crying for our next fix There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish When we're crying for our next fix Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Gonorrhea gorgonzola Gonorrhea gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings I can't see your souls through through your eyes The crying walls of sliding architecture Kidnapped by the likes of pure conjecture Upholstery loving men all dwelling in the wells Kidnapped by the likes of pure conjecture Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Gonorrhea gorgonzola Gonorrhea gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you Wrong with you and I When we're crying for our next fix There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you Wrong with you and I When we're crying for our next fix Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Gonorrhea gorgonzola Gonorrhea gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings Single files of clean feedings There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you Don't eat the fish

When you see a girl walking down the street, You can bet she's fine, you can bet she's sweet, Down in East L.A., Down in East L.A. Not too far from the city lights, Latin music fills the night, Down in East L.A., Down in East L.A. Cholos? hang in the neighborhood, Standing on the corner feeling good, Down in East L.A., Down in East L.A. Woooah, Down in East L.A., Woooah, Down in East L.A. It's a part of the city, But it's more than a place, It's a smile on a face, It's a dream come true, And it's me and you, And we feel it down deep in the soul, And it gives from the young And it gives to the old, It's the promised land, Where a man can be a man, And his home, Yes his home, So be my friend, And drink some wine, Together we can party all the time, Down in East L.A., Down in East L.A. Woooah, down in East L.A., Woooah, down in East L.A., Woooah, down in East L.A, Down in East L.A. I got friends in East L.A. Yes I do, I want to thank them for being my friends, And I want to thank you all for all being my friends, Down in East L.A., Down in East L.A., Don't you know, Don't you know {fade out}

Ain't no law against feelin' good oh Guess you'd better knock on wood Ain't no harm in feelin' fine Pat your booty and I'll pat mine If you think your baby's sweet Let me hear you stomp your feet All of you who understand Let me hear you clap your hands And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' oh Knock on wood Pat your booty Stomp your feet Clap your hands And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' oh And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' oh Feelin' good Feelin' good Feelin' good Feelin' good... Rock and roll me to the top Aw, let me hear your fingers pop Macho man you dance the best Make like Tarzan beat your chest If your baby can't be beat Now's the time to do the freak Movin' too smooth all the way live Turn around and give me five And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' oh Pop your fingers Beat your chest Do the freak (ah, ah) And give me five And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' And that's a good, good, good, good feelin' oh Repeat the last verse and fade.

Zoom zoom zoom Zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom zoom Zoom zoom zoom Zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom zoom As I sit in my four cornered room As I sit in my four cornered room I knew we met each other this morning for a reason Thinking, talking, we've worked out our problems Looked like we should have better days in front Just because we took our time to think and talk For a much better understanding As I sit in my four cornered room As I sit in my four cornered room As I sit in my four cornered room As I sit in my four cornered room As we sit here in my four cornered room I can feel all y'all's deepest emotions I know I can't talk right But I'm feeling something in the depths of my soul I can understand where you're coming from Y'all coming from my four cornered room That four cornered room, y'all

Slippin' into darkness Take my mind beyond the dreams I was slippin' into darkness Take my mind beyond the dreams Where I talk to my brother, oh, oh, oh Who never said their name Slippin' into darkness When I heard my mother say I was slippin' into darkness When I heard my mother say (Hey, what'd she say, what'd she say) You been slippin' into darkness, oh, oh, oh Pretty soon you're gonna pay Oh, oh, oh, oh