Wanna whole lot of love?
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I never wanted to love you
I only wanted to love and not be blamed
Let me go
You should know
I'm not ashamed to have loved you
I want candy.
Ooh, Candy girl!
Lips like sugar.
Wanna whole lot of love?
Nah, love me just a little bit.
Dance me to the end of love.
Lips like sugar.
Just like honey.
Dance me to the end of love.
Sorry, I'm dancing with myself.
Sorry, I'm dancing with myself.
I love myself; I want you to love me;
When I feel down, I want you above me.
Pour some sugar on me!
I just want to dance the night away
With senoritas who can sway.
Right now, the future's looking bright.