The Right Stuff

Je réside en Paris, voulez-vous...
Get on up, get on up
(Na-na-na-na, hey, hey) one, two, two, two
Voulez-vous venir?

(Oh, oh I)

I was standing at 7:15, waiting for my baby's car
Just then, out stepped the driver of a limousine
And asked if I was going far
I said, "I've got my mind made up"

I don't wanna leave him, baby, 'cause it's clear to me
That it's just too tough to find another lover like mine

With the right stuff
The right stuff, baby
I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff
Ooh no, with Mr. Right, sing
(Na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey) you like this guy?

Just Friday 'bout a week ago
This fellow called me on the phone
He said, "I live in Paris, don't you want to go?
I know you must be all alone"

Well, it'll take more than a fancy trip
Or a chauffeured limousine
'Cause I ain't never seen no one
Who could give me loving like this
The other fellows don't compare

To the right stuff
The right stuff, baby
I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff
Ooh no, with Mr. Right, sing
(Na-na-na-na, hey, hey, ah)

He's the only to give me that loving
'Cause next to him there is no other one
He's very sexy and oh, so sweet
And he knocks me off my feet
Say it (he's fit)
Ooh, yeah, help me sing it again (na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey)

I need the right stuff
I got to have the right stuff, baby
I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff

Said, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
(Na-na-na-na) woo
Ha, hey
Uh, wait a minute
W-w-wait a minute

Right stuff (oh, oh I)
One, two, two, two
Voulez-vous venir?

Right stuff
Said I need it, baby (right stuff baby)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (right stuff)
Na-na-na (na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey)
I need the right stuff
I got to have the right stuff (baby)
I don't want to miss out (right stuff)

Have you got the stuff?
(Na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey)
(Right stuff) said I need it, baby
(Right stuff, baby) ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (right stuff)



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin T. Jones, Rex Salas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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