Stuff Like That - Quincy Jones, Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson

Walked in the joint

They were lined up back to back

Anything you can name, no shame,

Uhn, uh An stuff like that

Do it — do it Do it — do it What makes you feel like doin stuff like that?

What makes you feel like doin stuff like that?

Before my eyes

Was the promise of paradise

Is she real, can she feel

Is she a dream?

If ya know what I mean

Cause she was built out of Stuff like that

Stuff… Like That 4 xs I knew I was captured

By the rhythm of the magic flute

Pulling and urging me To taste the forbidden fruit

Tho I felt naive

I did not want to leave

Fever was in the air

All of a sudden, I didn’t care

No reason why, I just had to testify

Do it — do it