Stuff Like That Quincy Jones (Ft. Ashford & Simpson & Chaka Khan)

[Verse 1]
Walked in the joint
They were lining up back to back
Anything you can name, no shame
Uh, uh, stuff like that

[Chorus]
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?

[Verse 2]
Before my eyes was the promise of paradise
Is she real? Can she feel? is she a dream?
If you know what I mean
'Cause she was built out of—

[Chorus]
Stuff like that (Do it, do it)
Stuff like that (Do it, do it)
Stuff like that (Do it, do it)
Stuff like that (Do it, do it)

[Verse 3]
I knew I was captured
By the rhythm of the magic flute
Pulling and urging me
To taste the forbidden fruit
And though I felt naive
I did not want to leave, fever was in the air
(And all of a sudden, I didn't care)
(No reason why, just had to testify)