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Buster Lyrics


Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh
I'm standing in the club doing my own thing
When you thought you would approach me
(Hey, hey)
Saying things that you shouldn't be
I'm not your average girl
You can't put your hands on this
So I move to my right
Stay out my sight, ooh, don't trip
So what's that scratching around here
'Cause I feel a messy atmosphere
You never gonna get my love, is that clear?
(Ooh yeah)
You can't creep up to me fool
I'm too focused to lose my cool
See you from a mile away
Oh

Buster trying to get his hands on me
Spinning a line to get me in a taxi
Not that easy can't you understand
(No)
You ain't getting a thing
(No)
Buster trying to some dirty
Trying to simulate a fantasy
Not that easy, can't you understand
(No)
I'll repeat it again
(No)
A negative response is all
That you're gonna get
But now I'm too turned off
You ain't gonna flip my switch
'Cause I'm not your average girl
I'm not gonna take your game
So I move to the left
Shadow my step, ain't got no shame
So what's that scratching around here
'Cause I feel a messy atmosphere
Never gonna get my love, is that clear?
(Ooh)
You can't creep up to me fool
I'm too focused to lose my cool
See you from a mile away, ooh
Buster trying to get his hands on me
Spinning a line to get me in a taxi
Not that easy can't you understand
(No)
You ain't getting a thing
(No)
Buster trying to some dirty
Trying to simulate a fantasy
Not that easy, can't you understand
(No)
Should I repeat it again?
(No)
Ice cool, I wanna melt you down
Buster I've seen your type around
Your sting, you know you it can't get me on down
Bound, bound, b-b-bound, bound
I can feel you playa suckin' up the atmosphere
Trying to get me home but I thought I told you
(No)
But I thought I told you
(No)
B-b-but I thought I told you
Buster trying to get his hands on me
(In a taxi)
Spinning a line to get me in a taxi, hey, all me
(No)
You ain't getting a thing
(No)
Buster trying to some dirty
Trying to simulate a fantasy
Not that easy can't you understand
(No)
Should I repeat it again?
(No)
Buster, trying to get his hands on me
Spinning a line to get me in a taxi
Not that easy can't you understand
(No)
You ain't getting a thing
(No)
Buster, trying to some dirty
Trying to simulate a fantasy
Not that easy can't you understand
(No)
Should I repeat it again?
(No)

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The Poets of Rhythm have been known by many pseudonyms. Bo Baral's Excursionists of Perception, Bus People Express, Dynamic Soundmakers, Karl Hector & the Funk Pilots, The Mercy Sluts, The Mighty Continentals, The New Process, Organized Raw Funk, The Pan-Atlantics, The Soul-Saints Orchestra, The Soul Sliders, Syrup, Das Geldene Zeitalter and The Woo Woo's to name - well most of them actually. But the constant at the centre of all these monikers is Jan ('JJ')and Max ('Muggy') Weissenfeldt, or The Whitefield Brothers.

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