"The Crunge" lyrics

I wanna tell you about my good thing
I ain't disclosing no names, but
He sure is a good friend, and
I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, boy
If I tell you, you won't come again, hey

I ain't gonna tell you nothing, but I do will, but I know, yeah!
Now let me tell you about my girl
I open up a newspaper and what do I see?

Ah, ah
See my girl, ah, looking at me

And when she walks, she walks
Let me tell you, when she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in my eye
She's my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine

Ooh, tell me, baby, what you want me to do!
And you want me to love you, love some other men?
Ooh, ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful, no!
I, I don't need no respect from nobody, no

Ah, no, no, ah

I ain't gonna tell you none, I ain't gonna tell you no more, no!
She's my baby, let me tell you that I love her so and, and
She's the woman I really love and let me tell you, let me tell you more
Ooh! She's my baby let me tell you, she lives next-door
She's the one a woman the one a woman that I, that I know
I ain't going, I ain't going, I ain't going to tell you
I ain't gonna tell you one thing that you really ought to know, oh!

She's my lover, baby, and I love her so, and
She's the one that really makes me whirl and twirl, and
She's the one who really makes me jump and shout, oh!
She's the kind of lover that makes me feel the whole world, and
She's the kind of girl, I know what it's all about!

Take it on
Take it, take it now, take it, take it

Excuse me
Oh, will you excuse me?

Has anybody seen the bridge?
Please!
Where's that confounded bridge?