It? s groovin? time. That? s what my baby told me. If you can? t groove me, boy. You might as well let me be. . It? s lovin? time. That? s what my baby told me.
My baby wrote me a ten-page letter. She said I'll be coming home, boy, and I hope for the better. And you know that your mind it changes something like the weather.
I don't know what you got baby. But you're so good to me. I don't what you're doing wrong to me baby. But you're so good to me. . Honey, I've been loving you for a long time.