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After watching the BET awards on Sunday, I started to listen to some of the oldies. It took me back to my childhood, and watching my mother turn on the radio and doing her Saturday cleaning. I can visualize her doing a dance step or two while sweeping. Sometimes she would even sing into the broom, sounding like she was born to sing. This song in particular was one of her favorites as she would look into my eyes and sing "I wanna get next to you"

Sittin' here in this chair waitin' on you
Ah baby, to see things my way
But not a word do you say
You won't even look my way
Boy, I'm spending my dimes, wasting
My time, talking till I'm black and blue
Ah, can't you see I wanna get next to you

Dreams of you and I go sailing by
Whenever your eyes meet mine
(You're so fine)
And boy you make me feel so insecure
You're so beautiful and pure,
Why must you be unkind
(And tell me I'm not your kind, blowin my mind)
Boy, my, my money is low and I know
That I can't take you to the
Fancy places you might wanna go
Still I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you

Boy, you can bend me, shake me, make me
Whatever it takes to please you
I'm willing to do
'Cause you're my dream come true
And I wanna get next to you

I wanna get next to you
I wanna make you mine (for all the time)
I wanna get next to you
I promise I'll never make you blue
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you