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Touch My Soul: The Finest of Black Music 1/2001
Disc 1
01. Ms. Jackson
02. Case of the Ex (Watcha Gonna Do)
03. Don't Mess With My Man
04. I Sings
05. You Make Me Sick
06. As If
07. Anything
08. Everyday
09. Love You Yes
10. Gonna Keep Movin
11. Don't Think I'm Not
12. Please Don't Turn Me On
13. Let the Music Play
14. All Good?
15. Everytime I Hear
16. Bulletproof
17. Dieser Brief
18. For the Lonely
19. Love How You Love Me
20. Walking Away
Disc 2
01. Spanish Guitar
02. Pass You By
03. Reason for Breathing
04. Treat Her Like a Lady
05. Emotional
06. Do What I Gotta Do
07. Keep It Up
08. Smile
09. Thank You
10. Get Up
11. Gettin' in the Way
12. Open My Heart
13. My First Love
14. That Other Woman
15. Call Me Gone
16. Let's Get Married
17. Beauty Queen
They make me sick
I know I feel you, that's why we gotta stick together
Yep, yep, yep, I know it

You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feelin' it, I gotta get a grip
And it's drivin' me crazy, baby, don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin' again
Baby, you got me goin' again
You make me sick

He was doin' 8-0 on the freeway
In the 6 double 0, bumpin' Isley
He was gettin' kinda close, kinda touch-ay
'Cause he had a little too much Hennessy
He told me that he wanna go home
With me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low
But I told him, "Boo, I don't really know though"

He got closer to me, it started gettin' deep
He had me in a zone
When he started to show me things I never saw before
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game
Hell-of-a-cool but you men are the same
The way he licked his lips and touched my hips
I knew that he was slick

You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
I get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feelin' it, I gotta get a grip
And it's drivin' me crazy, baby, don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin' again
Baby, you got me goin' again
You make me sick

In the 6 now, so hot
Gotta pull all the windows down eyes lead
And I'm thinkin' bout the sheets now
Wonderin' should I really take it there now
He told me he would make it worth it
Again, how many times have I heard this
Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervous
Well, his slick-ass lines was kinda workin'

I felt my knees get weak
His body was callin' me
Just couldn't take the heat
Anyway it was two or three, I had to get off the streets
Baby was cool but I knew it was game
Said, he was too schooled to be screamin' my name
Even though we made the best of it
I still told him this

You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feelin' it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin' me crazy, baby don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin' again
Baby, you got me goin' again
You make me sick

You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feelin' it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin' me crazy, baby, don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin' again
Baby, you got me goin' again

You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feelin' it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin' me crazy, baby, don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin' again
Baby, you got me goin' again

You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Hot when you touch the tip
I'm feelin' it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin' me crazy, baby, don't you quit
Can't no, no, no, no, no
Oh, you make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it (want you and I'm hatin' it)