W.Y.L
Michael Woods
I ain't got much without your love, without your love, without your love
I ain't got much without your love, without your love, without your love
Hit you at 905, can't wait to see you live
You know I like that dress, I think it fits you best
Brown skin so moisturized, it took me by surprise
I'm caught up in your eyes, your voice and angels cry
I ain't got much without your love, without your love, without your love
I ain't got much without your love, without your love, without your love
Country women always make me wonder why
I've been living this old concrete jungle life
City women, don't forget to hit my line
'Cause I'll be withcha right round summertime
Oosh-a-shana-oo-da-da-why
Oosh-a-shana-oo-da-da-why
Why