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The Gap Band - Funkology: One Nation Under a Groove! - Burn Rubber on Me (Why You Wanna Hurt Me)
Funkology: One Nation Under a Groove!
Disc 1
01. P Funk (Wants to Get Funked Up)
02. Cross the Tracks (We Better Go Back)
03. Express Yourself
04. Funky Stuff
05. More Bounce to the Ounce
06. Brick House
07. (Are You Ready) Do the Bus Stop
08. Shake Your Rump to the Funk
09. Atomic Dog
10. One Nation Under a Groove
11. Let It All Blow
12. You + Me = Love
13. Slide
14. Skin Tight
15. Get Up (I Feel Like Being a) Sex Machine
16. Got to Give It Up (Part 1)
17. If You Want Me to Stay
18. I'd Rather Be With You
Disc 2
01. Movin'
02. Blow Your Head
03. Stratus, Part 1
04. Reach for It
05. Make It Funky
06. A Real Mother for Ya
07. Fantastic Voyage
08. FFun
09. Unlock the Funk
10. Don't Stop the Music
11. Burn Rubber on Me (Why You Wanna Hurt Me)
12. Behind the Groove
13. Superfreak
14. Rockit
15. Me & Baby Brother
16. Keep Your Body Workin'
17. We Got the Funk
18. Freak of the Week
Woo, I gave you my money, I gave you my time
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Are you serious? I'm just curious
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

Never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burn rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no

You took my money, you took my time
Made me think everything was fine
Then you upped and ran away
And made me just go crazy

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burn rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no, no, no

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burn rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no, no, no

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

You told me to go up the block
Get you a strawberry pop
When I got back to the flat
You had burned rubber out the back

I went to the closet and saw no clothes
All I saw was hangers and poles
I went to the phone and called your mother
And told me you had burned rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burned rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no, no, no, no, oh, no, yeah

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt, me girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

You took my money, you took my time
Made me think everything was fine
Like the clock on the wall, said, "Ding-ding-dong"
Got to find another lover that won't be gone

She won't put the pedal to the metal
And burn rubber, burn rubber on me, Charlie
No, no, no, no

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burned rubber on me, Charlie
No, no, no, no, no, no

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burned rubber on me, Charlie
No, no, no, no, no, no