You’ve been restin’ (?), baby

On the side of the cross

I’m getting used to it

It’s how people get off, yeah

I should’ve

I feel lingered on

It’s a shoe-shine, party, but

The ratings are soft now

Who is producing you (your main man?)

Sweet, sweet love will shine and never dim, yeah

The freak of nature (three-foot nature?)

He’s [bad word] off

What could be better

His ratings they’re soft, now

He turns his sax around

Calls them clean, yeah

Another day yeah

Turning black into gold, yeah

Who is producing you (your main man?)

Sweet, sweet love will shine and never dim, yeah

Who is producing you (your main man?)

Sweet, sweet love will shine and never dim, yeah