Make It Look Good

by Mariah Carey

Mariah Carey (born March 27, 1970) is an American singer, songwriter, record producer, and actress. She made her recording debut in 1990 under the guidance of Columbia Records executive Tommy Mottola, and released her self-titled debut studio album, Mariah Carey. The album went multi-platinum and s…




Oh, you make me wanna say
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, boy you make me say

Something about you makes every girl hot
Suffering without you
I just want a taste of what you got
But my mama always told me not to

Play with those players 
Who play you 'til there's no more
Game left to be played
Look at what you got me going through
Can't help myself because (baby, baby, baby 'cause)

You make it look good (make it look good)
Say you make it look good (yeah, yeah)
(Make it look gooder than them other fools)
Around you I know I ain't supposed to be
Acting like I know you notice me
Fantasize 'bout the way you lick your lips
Fingertips on my hips as we dip
Oh, boy you make it look good 
(Make it look gooder than them other fools)

Baby, baby sometimes I need you
But I feel so shy
Simply can't leave you
'Cause them other girls are gonna try
Guess their mama never told them not to

Play with those players 
Who play you 'til there's no more
Game left to be played
Look at what you got me going through
Can't help myself because

You make it look good (make it look good)
Say you make it look good
(Make it look gooder than them other fools) Ayy, yeah
Around you I know I ain't supposed to be
Acting like I know you notice me
Fantasize 'bout the way you lick your lips
Fingertips on my hips as we dip
Oh, boy you make it look good 
(Make it look gooder than them other fools)

Whoa, woo
And it makes every girl high, yeah (make it, make, make it, make it, make it ooh, ooh)
High (ooh, make it, make, make it, make it, make it)
Oh boy you make me say
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) Oh, ohh you
(Make it, make, make it, make it, make it ooh, ooh)
Yeah, my mama said don't play with them players 9ooh, ooh)
No, no (make it, make, make it, make it, make it ooh, ooh)
Look at what you got me going through
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) Ahh
(Make it, make, make it, make it, make it) Fantasizing 'bout the way
You lick your lips (ooh, ooh, ooh) (baby, baby, baby)
Oh, it's gooder than them other boys (make it, make, make it, make it, make it ooh, ooh)
Yes, it is (ooh, ooh, ooh) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Written by: Allan Felder, Bunny Sigler, Bryan Michael Cox, Mariah Carey, Jermaine Dupri, Johnta Austin

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