Wouldn't that be fair Wouldn't that be fair Baby, baby Baby, baby Baby, baby, okay
Baby, baby, I've got this feeling in my soul If you don't love me would it be fair Use my love and give yours to another Wouldn't that be fair
I can hide all of the misery and pain I am sure I will never love this way again Wouldn't that be fair Do you think she would care
Wouldn't that be fair Wouldn't that be fair
Like the sun when it hits the urban sky at day Lights and music takes me higher I would love to dance my life away Now wouldn't that be fair
Baby, baby, baby I want, I want to, want to, want to be fair Oh, fairplay Oh, fairplay
Soul II Soul is the place where you should be On Sunday night we'll expect you and Jazzie be 'Cause it's all about expression 'Cause it's all about expression
Funky people, express yourself tonight But thinking 'loud but that's the same thing alive 'Cause it's all about expression 'Cause it's all about expression
Baby, I think you should come down And try to express yourself, yourself Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want you, want you, want you to be fair, baby
Oh, fairplay Oh, fairplay
'Cause, baby, baby, I've got this feeling in my soul If you don't love me would it be fair Use my love and give yours to another Wouldn't that, wouldn't that, wouldn't that be fair
Modern people tend to dance With this music I'll put you in a trance Now dance
The music of lights spreads within And from the rhythm came the king And from this new day dawns the light And now the light shines bright, dance
Children grow, some women produce Some men they work and some steal Everybody's got to make a livin' The time will come my friends And we'll all be together 'till the end
Well, feel the connection of the base line Movin' it flows and glides like light It shines so very bright And that way we'll move and be out of sight
Some people have tried and tried before Well, with this rhythm I'll give you much more Dance, I'll put you all in a trance
Children grow, women produce Some men work and some may fool But through these objections we find in our lives A glare a day the darkest night
Oh, children grow, some women produce Some men they work and some steal Everybody's got to make a livin' The time has come my friends And we'll be together 'till the end
Well, feel the music move you and dance I'll put you all in a trance
Feel the endless flow that hit [Incomprehensible] rhythms control They're in a life, the soul, the fire enraged in you And that way we'll come together and multiply Well, now dance
Children grow, some women produce Some men they work and some steal Everybody's got to make a livin' The time has come my friends And now we're together 'till the end