Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh A guy what takes his time, I'll go for any time I'm a fast movin' gal who likes them slow Got no use for fancy drivin', want to see a guy arrivin' in low I'd be satisfied, electrified to know a guy what takes his time A hurry-up affair, I always give the air Wouldn't give any rushin' gent a smile I would go for any singer who would condescend to linger awhile What a lullaby would be supplied to have a guy what takes his time A guy what takes his time, I'd go for any time A hasty job really spoils a master's touch I don't like a big commotion, I'm a demon for slow motion or such Why should I deny that I would die to know a guy who takes his time There isn't any fun in getting something done If you're rushed when you have to make the grade I can spot an amateur, appreciate a connoisseur in trade Who would qualify, no alibi, to be the guy who takes his time
When the music merges with the voice, it becomes a perfect symbiosis. Christina Aguilera was in that state. Sometimes I imagine without music, life would be a mistake and wouldn't make any sense, so I'd be an authentic marginal. This is brutal.🙏😘🙏
