(Meeting With My) Main Man - Alison Moyet

Well, sugar sweetness, move yourself

I’ve gotta go, I got a meet to make, fine as it is back there

Back up your tin can, pack off your sweet behind

Ain’t got no time to fool around

Ain’t no wet nurse to you, child

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, baby, yeah

Meeting with my main man

Meeting with my main man

And I get a belly full of lovin'

Meeting with my main man

Meeting with my main man

When I get through here, gonna make my way

Up to the 22nd floor with a pile of money

I’ll throw it all up for a hit on the back wall

If I want more you’ll be the first to know

I’ll call you later, much later

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, baby, yeah

Meeting with my main man

Meeting with my main man

And I get a belly full of lovin'

Meeting with my main man

Meeting with my main man

Just doing fine, my dear, up here

Look around «Where do we go?», you say

Never could come where I wanna be

This is hard as hell, I don’t want to take it easy

Come on now, shake me

My main man

My main man

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, baby, yeah

Meeting with my main man

Meeting with my main man

And I get a belly full of lovin'

Meeting with my main man

Meeting with my main man

Meeting with my main man

Meeting with my main man

My main man, main man

My main man, my main man

Jump in, my main man

Pick it up, pick it up

Yeah, all that I can

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up