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(Lyrics/Music: Wally Badarou, Richard Supa) (Ed. Colgems / EMI Music Inc.) I see you everyday walking down the avenue I'd like to get to know you but all I do is smile at you 'Cause when it comes to talking my tongue gets uptight This sidewalk love affair has got me high as a kite Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like Well, I'm a slow walker but girl I'd race a mile for you To get there in time for a peek-a-boo rendez-vous Now maybe it's the way you wear you're blue jeans so tight I can't put my finger on what you're doing right Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like . . . . . . Now when I go home to sleep I turn out the light You come strolling through my dreams 'most every night Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like I'm standing on a corner hiding by the telephone I'd like to check you over, I know you like a fine tooth comb Now I don't need astrology to tell me what's right The sign I'm looking at is such a beautiful sight Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like... ah ah SongtexteI said, yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like I said, yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like... ah-a I said, yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like... mm-m I said, there's something 'bout you baby I like Gotta say it again I said, yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like... uh-oo [fade out] I said, yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like (Grazie a Luigi per questo testo) Aus Songtexte Mania