| Song | Luffly |
| Artist | OPM |
| Album | Forthemasses |
| 作曲 : Edney, Mahoney, Turney ... | |
| No use crying over spilt milk | |
| I bring her flowers and we watch them wilt | |
| Naturally built theres nothing store bought | |
| I ought to thank her folks for what shes got | |
| Sex oozes from her every pore | |
| So many butterflies my guts are sore | |
| And even before she opens up her mouth | |
| I know what shes thinking about | |
| She fits like a glove | |
| She's as pure as a dove | |
| She's sent from above | |
| She's all | |
| I think of | |
| She's lovely | |
| She's all | |
| I think of | |
| She's lovely | |
| She's gorgeous | |
| She goes against the grain | |
| Extravaganza tastes like sugar cane | |
| We got big plans whatever she chooses | |
| Fky her to | |
| Hawaii maybe some cruses | |
| I'll explain it's plain and simple | |
| She's like the cherry in a | |
| Shirley Temple | |
| She's the prize at the bottom of the glass | |
| Her eyes are the way she shakes that ass | |
| She fits like a glove | |
| She's as pure as a dove | |
| She's sent from above | |
| She's all | |
| I think of | |
| She's lovely | |
| She's all | |
| I think of | |
| She's lovely | |
| She makes the sun come up and the moon go down | |
| She the one that makes my world go round | |
| Body like an hourglass | |
| She'll make time stop just to make the night last | |
| She's the one that knows my secret spot | |
| She'll make the coldest nights feel so hot | |
| She ain't into material things | |
| But she's the one that shows me what lovely means | |
| She's lovely | |
| She's all | |
| I think of | |
| She's lovely |
| zuò qǔ : Edney, Mahoney, Turney ... | |
| No use crying over spilt milk | |
| I bring her flowers and we watch them wilt | |
| Naturally built theres nothing store bought | |
| I ought to thank her folks for what shes got | |
| Sex oozes from her every pore | |
| So many butterflies my guts are sore | |
| And even before she opens up her mouth | |
| I know what shes thinking about | |
| She fits like a glove | |
| She' s as pure as a dove | |
| She' s sent from above | |
| She' s all | |
| I think of | |
| She' s lovely | |
| She' s all | |
| I think of | |
| She' s lovely | |
| She' s gorgeous | |
| She goes against the grain | |
| Extravaganza tastes like sugar cane | |
| We got big plans whatever she chooses | |
| Fky her to | |
| Hawaii maybe some cruses | |
| I' ll explain it' s plain and simple | |
| She' s like the cherry in a | |
| Shirley Temple | |
| She' s the prize at the bottom of the glass | |
| Her eyes are the way she shakes that ass | |
| She fits like a glove | |
| She' s as pure as a dove | |
| She' s sent from above | |
| She' s all | |
| I think of | |
| She' s lovely | |
| She' s all | |
| I think of | |
| She' s lovely | |
| She makes the sun come up and the moon go down | |
| She the one that makes my world go round | |
| Body like an hourglass | |
| She' ll make time stop just to make the night last | |
| She' s the one that knows my secret spot | |
| She' ll make the coldest nights feel so hot | |
| She ain' t into material things | |
| But she' s the one that shows me what lovely means | |
| She' s lovely | |
| She' s all | |
| I think of | |
| She' s lovely |