"No Sense" as written by Tony Nicholas, Gerald Levert, Steven Howse and Ken Dawg....
It's Cleavland thang, Gerald Levert,
Yeah.
A little Lazy Bone, Levert, Ken Dawg;
Let's do Columbus.
Levert and more Thugs.
United we stand, divided we'll fall.
Sing with me, y'all.

Your love don't make no sense to me.
You get with me and you set me free.
Baby, your love don't make so sense,
No sense.
Your love don't make no sense to me.
You get with me and you set me free.
Baby, your love don't make no sense,
No sense.

Girl, I want to stay with you, lay with
You the whole night through.
Girl, I lose my self control when we
Roll the way that we do.
I ain't saying nothing, we can play
Whenever I call.
Baby, don't be teasing me, best believe
That I want it all.
I can't believe that.

I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.
I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.

I mean it in a good way when people say
Your love is unreal.
Ain't never had nobody to make me feel
The way you make me feel.
I paged you nine, one, one, so I could see the sun
From your window pane.
You may not understand; want to be your
Superman, and you be my Lois Lane.
Right now I can't believe that.

I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.
I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.

I'll be there by twelve, so just prepare
Yourself for this good love.
I know you'll turn me out;
Gonna make me scream and shout till I
Can't get enough.
Girl, I'm a fiend, and you got the stuff
I need to bring me down, down, down.
I don't know what I'll do if I can't
Have you around.

I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.
I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.

Ain't no reason for the games that
You play.
That's all that I really said.
To touch the clutch that's fillin'.
Your head,
Easing up out them underwear, I'm really
Playing.
Don't make no sense for me to be investing
All this time,
If you gonna add to this list of all these
Folks trying to stress my mind.
I'm 'bout my grind, you know, that we gonna
Let that be that.
I hit your corner in about ten minutes, just
Hit me right back.
Hope to have a successful ending, or is you
Just pretending?
Girl, it don't make no sense
Girl, if I can come and get it when I want it,
Than let that be the reason that a thug
Come by.
Choosy lover, undercover hustler, thugs need
Love, no lie.
I want to sex you up, can I freak you down,
Thug style?
Flipping and turning, and getting buck wild;
Popping that thang as I watch you smile now.

I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.
I can come and get it when I want it,
Like this.
It's at my finger tips.
You look so good, it don't make no sense,
No sense.


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"No Sense" as written by Gerald Edward Levert Edwin Lamar Nicholas

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