Well, I'll tell you that four and four makes eight
 Well, I'll tell you that eight can't make waste
 You soon remember that you got to close the gate, you know
 Remember, the dog has got the measles
 And when the fox has got the chicken pox
 So, I got a lock 'em up in the box, you know
 And you can tell the mister fox I'm coming off a wox (Baby)
 Let me tell you, don't you be crazy
 Never you, little baby, coming down with me
 Nobody want to ever see my
 Well, you got to believe in me
 Got to let the music move you
 Baby, so you got to live the life you love
 Tell you, got to love the life you live
 
 You want one, makes two, means I'll never make you blue
 I mean, I'll never turn my back on you
 Still, I'll never come up fail you
 Well, I just got to tell you
 Got to tell you, got to tell you
 Tell you, say, I'll never fail you
 Baby, when I say love is real and pure
 Well, I mean, love is something no doctor can cure
 And that is why I couldn't give you just a thing
 No give you little bit more of my
 So, you got to keep on coming through and through
 Because, I want to see your face some how
 Tell you 'bout big score
 One and one makes you two, and two and two makes you four
 Three and three makes a six, so let me tell you, baby-baby
 Don't you play no funny tricks
 I'm holding the biggest disc in the pack
 'Cause I'm holding down the six
 Wow, tell you 'bout the double six
 Well, you know we're the biggest girl in the pack
 Huh, two guys, so let me tell you