| <Aretha Franklin> page <Spanish Harlem> album page |
Something He Can FeelOh, many say that I'm too youngTo let you know just where I come from Oh, but you will see that it's just a matter of time My love will surely make you mine Ooh, living in a world of ghetto life Everybody around seems so uptight Nothing's wrong It's alright with My man, my man I like the kinds of ways we have our fun His loving ways send me on and on Yeah, hey, with my man People out there can understand I'm giving him something he can feel Oh, ho, to let him know my love is real Hey, hey, hey I'm giving him something he can feel Yes, I am, babe To let you know my love is real So much love for us to see So much hope for material things Are they only in my dreams So I wrote this song for you To prove that real things do come true Tell me, tell me what it means |