C+C Music Factory - Things That Make You Go Hmmmm... Lyrics
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    Things That Make You Go Hmmmm...

    [Intro: Freedom Williams]
    Things that make you go, hmm

    [Verse 1: Freedom Williams]
    I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
    Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
    The door bell rang, who could it be?
    Thought to myself then started to shrug
    Got to the door, ding dong, "Who is it?"
    My girl's best friend had paid me a visit
    Sly as can be tight dress and all
    She knew that I was faithful, I really didn't have the gall
    I tried to chill, she made the move
    Now, I know my girlfriend wouldn't approve
    I didn't realize my girl was settin' me up
    Yo, my girlfriend didn't trust me, no
    Yeah, but she lost control, I wouldn't take the bait
    I said, "Chill baby, baby chill baby, baby wait"
    My girl bust in, caught us creatin' a boom
    She said, "Girlfriend?!"

    [Chorus: Martha Wash]
    Things that make you go, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm, hey
    Things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm
    It's the things that make you go, oh, oh, oh

    [Verse 2: Freedom Williams]
    Here's how it started, just an example
    Of how another brother can trample
    Ruin your life, sleep with your wife
    Watch your behind there was a friend of mine
    Named Jay, would come over late at night and say, "Hey
    I'll watch the fight", I thought it was alright
    'Cause me and Jay we were really really tight
    So damned close we had the same blood type
    Months went by and my wife got big
    We were havin' a child and I got another gig
    So I let Jay move into the crib and chill
    He had his own room and helped pay the bills
    The time had come baby doll to conceive
    It looked like Jay and I couldn't believe
    Before my eyes in the delivery room

    [Chorus: Martha Wash]
    The things that make you go, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    The things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
    The things that make you go, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    It's the things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm
    Robi-Rob, break it down

    [Breakdown: Martha Wash]
    Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

    Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
    Give it to me, give it to me

    [Verse 3: Freedom Williams]
    Seventeen and I was havin' a ball
    Eleventh grade and yo, I knew it all
    I fell in love for the very first time
    With this girl she really blew my mind
    Innocence and whole lotta class
    Style that could give you whiplash
    She said, "Hello" and my heartbeat stopped
    She was the world and I was on top
    Time went by, she filled my universe
    We made love, she said I was the first
    My boy kept tellin' me, yo, I don't know
    I think your girl's been playin' tic tac toe
    I'll ask my girl I know she only loves me
    Wasn't I the one who took your virginity?
    The look on her face read sorrow and gloom
    She said, "Yeah, why do you guys always ask that?"

    [Chorus: Martha Wash]
    Things that make you go, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    It's the things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm
    The things that make you go, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    It's the things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm

    [Verse 4: Freedom Williams]
    Hey ladies, have you ever had a man
    Go away for business, come back with a tan
    Comes home late at night from work
    You cooked him dinner now you feel like a jerk
    Sayin' he didn't have time to eat
    And he's not even hungry, he wants to go to sleep
    To the bedroom he said his head hurts
    You're only makin' love in radical spurts
    Mysterious calls and the phone goes click
    You say to yourself, "I'm gonna hit him with a brick
    Ain't no way he could be cheatin' on me
    I wonder who bought him those B.V.D.'s
    Dressed to a T to hang with the fellas
    Out with the guys and I'm gettin' jealous
    Comin' home late smellin' like perfume, fume

    [Chorus: Martha Wash]
    Things that make you go, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    It's the things that make you go, oh, oh, yeah
    The things that make you go, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    It's the things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm

    [Chorus: Martha Wash]
    Things that make you go, hmm
    Hmm
    It's the things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    Hmm
    It's the things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm
    Things that make you go, hmm
    It's the things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm...

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