She Don'T Look Back - Lyrics - Dan Fogelberg

Title: She Don'T Look Back
Artist: Dan Fogelberg
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg

Lyric:
She's got a way of getting so inside you
That you think she's gonna steal your soul
She's got a way of making sure that you can't let go

She's got a trail of broken hearts behind her
Like a shadow where no shadows cast
I ain't the first one and I doubt that I'll be the last

Too long, too late
You're wrong to ever think she'd wait

She don't look back, oh oh oh oh
She don't look back, oh oh oh oh
She don't look back, oh oh oh oh
The lady don't look back
And when she goes she's gone

You can never tell just what she's after
You can never read it in her eyes
And in her laughter there's no hint of compromise

And you can stare into the fire forever
You can squeeze a stone until it bleeds
But you will never find the kind of a love she needs

Too much, too late
You're such, a fool to think she'd wait

She don't look back, oh oh oh oh
She don't look back, oh oh oh oh
She don't look back, oh oh oh oh
She don't look back
And when she goes she's gone

She don't look back
She don't look back
She don't look back
She don't look back
She don't look back
She don't look back

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Don'T Look Back Into The Sun - Lyrics - Libertines

Title: Don'T Look Back Into The Sun
Artist: Libertines
Composer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty

Lyric:
Don't look back into the sun
Now you know that your time has come
And they said it would never come for you

Oh my friend you haven't changed
Your're looking rough and living strange
I know you got a taste for it too

And they'll never forgive you but they wont let you go, oh no
She'll never forgive you but she won't let you go, oh no

Don't look back into the sun
Where you've cast your plans and you're on the run
And all that lies you said, huh did you say?

But then they played that song at the death disco
It starts fast but it ends so slow
And all the time it just reminded me of you

And they'll never forgive you but they wont let you go, oh no
She'll never forgive you but she wont let you go, oh no

Don't look back into the sun
Don't look back into the sun
Don't look back into the sun
Don't look back into the sun

And they'll never forgive you but they wont let you go, let me go
She'll never forgive you but she wont let you go, oh no

Don't look back into the sun
Don't look back into the sun
Don't look back into the sun
Don't look back into the sun
Don't look back into the sun

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She Don'T - Lyrics - LeToya - Letoya

Title: She Don'T
Album: LeToya
Artist: Letoya
Composer(s): Yvette Davis, Candice Nelson, Walter Worth Millsap

Lyric:
Hello baby, as I was walkin' by
Hesitated and then I realized
There go David, I was surprised to see you
And I asked, 'Do you remember me?'

Boy, I'm so elated to run into you here
Shadow faded with diamonds in your ears
The memories that go, I don't wanna let go
Hear you say you got a girlfriend, but I know

She don't even touch you like this
She don't even kiss you like this
She don't even treat you like I do
Boy, you know that

She don't even touch you like this
She don't even kiss you like this
She don't even treat you like I do
Boy

Ooh, I see us makin' plans
Me and you, forget your circumstance
Don't be actin' like me and you don't go way back
Late night tippin' in your Cadillac

See I'm no psychic, but I can understand
She's a sidekick, but I know all your fantasies
She can't do it to you like I used to
And you know that I know that she can't do you like I do

She don't even touch you like this
She don't even kiss you like this
She don't even treat you like I do
Boy, you know that

She don't even touch you like this
She don't even kiss you like this
She don't even treat you like I do
Boy, you know that

Look at me and tell me you ain't feelin' me
Boy, you know that I'm the one you need
She's a waist of time, I can love you right
Boy, you know that

I already know you want it personal
So there ain't no need to take it slow
You know your best is your first
So tell me why you're with her

She don't even touch you like this
She don't even kiss you like this
She don't even treat you like I do
Boy, you know that

She don't even touch you like this
She don't even kiss you like this
She don't even treat you like I do
Boy, you know that

She don't even touch you like this
She don't even kiss you like this
She don't even treat you like I do
Boy, you know that

She don't even touch you like this
She don't even kiss you like this
She don't even treat you like I do
Boy, you know that

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Written In Blood - Lyrics - This Is Forever - She Wants Revenge

Title: Written In Blood
Album: This Is Forever
Artist: She Wants Revenge
Composer(s): Adam Bravin, Justin Warfield

Lyric:
Blood red lips traced with a tongue they shine
Cut through a crowded room
A look can say a lot sometimes
So I take all my past attractions and project on you

Every disappointment and mistake
Summer's ending from a one night heartbreak
My head is spinning, my hands go damp
But still I force an introduction then I ask you to dance

You feel like home up against me close
No, we just met tonight
There's so much that we still don't know
But I'm fairly certain that we might just work out right

Then again it can all go up in flames
And I'll take you down in the name of love
But for now let?s kiss hard, fuck the games
All or nothing, it's written in blood

On the way to the wedding dressed in black
He said, "Sorry lover, but you can't look back"
She says, "Oh no", she goes, "Oh no"
She goes, "Slow down baby or you're gonna explode"

On the way to the wedding dressed in black
He said, "Sorry lover, but you can't look back"
She says, "Oh no", she goes, "Oh no"
She goes, "Slow down baby, keep your eyes on the road"

Soft wet skin, hands raised, body tired
And the sheets are across the floor
You tell me that love don't last
Drawin? circles with your fingernails across my back

As your lips form the words that you won't say
In the distance your favorite song plays
I turn you over and look in your eyes
Promise you that this is forever or till one of us dies

You taste like tear stains and could have been?s
But our love was a train wreck
Your hair balled up inside my fist
You tell me don't get too attached like this is just entertainment

Then again it could all go up in flames
And I'll take you down in the name of love
Maybe one last kiss just to ease the pain
All or nothing, it's written in blood

On the way to the wedding dressed in black
He said, "Sorry lover, but you can't look back"
She says, "Oh no", she goes, "Oh no"
She goes, "Slow down baby or you're gonna explode"

On the way to the wedding dressed in black
He said, "Sorry lover, but you can't look back"
She says, "Oh no", she goes, "Oh no"
She goes, "Slow down baby, keep your eyes on the road"

On the way to the wedding dressed in black
He said, "Sorry lover, but you can't look back"
She says, "Oh no", she goes, "Oh no"
She goes, "Slow down baby or you're gonna explode"

On the way to the wedding dressed in black
He said, "Sorry lover, but you can't look back"
She says, "Oh no", she goes, "Oh no"
She goes, "Slow down baby, keep your eyes on the road"

On the way to the wedding, oh no
On the way to the wedding, oh no
On the way to the wedding, oh no
On the way to the wedding, oh no

On the way to the wedding, oh no
On the way to the wedding, oh no
On the way to the wedding, oh no
On the way to the wedding

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Hang 'Em High - Lyrics - Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge - My Chemical Romance

Title: Hang 'Em High
Album: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Matt Pellisier, Gerard Way, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
Wait until it fades to black
Ride into the sunset, would I lie to you?
Well, I've got something to say

Grab your six-gun from your back
Throttle the ignition, would I die for you?
Well here's your answer in spades

Shotgun sinners, wild eyed jokers
Got you in my sights
Gun it while I'm holding on

After all is said and done
Climb out from the pine box well I'm asking you
'Cause she's got nothing to say

The angels just cut out her tongue
Call her black Mariah, would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions, strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm holding on

But don't stop if I fall
And don't look back
Oh baby don't stop
Bury me and fade to black

She won't stop me, put it down
She won't stop me, put it down
She won't stop me, put it down
So get your gun and meet me by the door

She won't stop me, put it down
She won't stop me, put it down
She won't stop me, put it down
So get your gun and meet me by the door

She won't stop me, put it down
She won't stop me, put it down
She won't stop me, put it down
So get your gun and meet me by the door

She won't stop me, put it down
She won't stop me, put it down
She won't stop me, put it down
So baby

Don't stop if I fall
And don't look back
Oh baby don't stop
Bury me and fade to black

Don't stop if I fall
And don't look back
Oh baby, don't stop
Bury me and fade to black

Don't stop, oh baby, don't stop
Don't stop

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Another Cup Of Coffee - Lyrics - Mike &Amp; The Mechanics

Title: Another Cup Of Coffee
Artist: Mike &Amp; The Mechanics
Composer(s): Christopher Neil, Mike Rutherford

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Lyric:
And she pours herself another cup of coffee
As she contemplates the stain across the wall
And it's in between the cleaning and the washing
That's when looking back's the hardest part of all

And she always did her best to try and please him
While he always did his best to make her cry
And she got down on her knees to stop him leaving
But he always knew one day he'd say goodbye

Where are your friends? Where are your children?
Is this your house? Is this your home?
Does nothing ever last forever?
Does everybody sleep alone? Oh

And he tears the business tags from his old suitcase
As he packs away the pieces of his life
They all love him but they always try to change him
That's what happens when a girl becomes a wife

And she pours herself another cup of coffee
As the pictures leave a clean space on the wall
And it's in between the leaving and the loving
That's when looking back's the hardest part of all

Where are your friends? Where are your children?
Is this your house? Is this your home?
Does nothing ever last forever?
Does everybody sleep alone? Alone, no, oh yeah

Don't look back and don't give up
Pour yourself another cup
Don't look back and don't give up
Pour yourself another cup

And she pours herself another cup of coffee
And she pours herself another cup of coffee
Don't look back, coffee
She pours herself another cup of coffee
Don't look back, don't give up
Another cup, huh, don't look back, don't give up
And she pours herself another cup of coffee

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Shut Up Chick - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Shut Up Chick
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Jones, M Williams, R Greene

Lyric:
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man, get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please
I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze

I used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, thirty floors up

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos
Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
Get yo facts straight or shut up, bitch

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German engineerin' [Incomprehensible]
Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before

Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear
Three hundred and sixty-five days of the year
Shit I done heard it all throughout my career

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them

Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to Payless

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue
If you just close your teeth

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man, get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

Haha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh my God
You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch
You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus
Please don't let her come back'

But she's back bitches
Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'
See, that's why don't nobody talk about you

Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby, bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch

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Shut Up Chick (Intro) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Shut Up Chick (Intro)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Jones, M Williams, R Greene

Lyric:
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man, get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please
I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze

I used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, thirty floors up

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos
Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
Get yo facts straight or shut up, bitch

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German engineerin' [Incomprehensible]
Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before

Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear
Three hundred and sixty-five days of the year
Shit I done heard it all throughout my career

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them

Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to Payless

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue
If you just close your teeth

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man, get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

Haha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh my God
You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch
You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus
Please don't let her come back'

But she's back bitches
Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'
See, that's why don't nobody talk about you

Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby, bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch

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Shut Up - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Shut Up
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Jones, M Williams, R Greene

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Lyric:
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man, get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please
I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze

I used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, thirty floors up

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos
Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
Get yo facts straight or shut up, bitch

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German engineerin' [Incomprehensible]
Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before

Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear
Three hundred and sixty-five days of the year
Shit I done heard it all throughout my career

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them

Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to Payless

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue
If you just close your teeth

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
(Shut up, bitch)
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
(Shut up, bitch)

I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
(Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man, get off my girl's shit
(Shut up, bitch)

Haha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh my God
You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch
You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus
Please don't let her come back'

But she's back bitches
Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'
See, that's why don't nobody talk about you

Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby, bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch

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Shut Up Bitch - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Shut Up Bitch
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Jones, M Williams, R Greene

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Lyric:
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can't a bitch breathe? Gimmie room, please
I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze

I used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes Mclaren
(Hey, Kim, what up?)
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up
(So high)

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'
(Get it jumpin', bitch)

Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like lil' Kim in they videos
Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!

I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German enginerin', Rack n' Pinion stearin'
Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause momma back and hotter than before

Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'

So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a Q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear
Three sixty five days of the year
Shit, I done heard it all throughout my career
(What they say?)

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!

I just keep climbing up the ladder
Y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them

Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones
Who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to payless

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'

You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage
For your tongue if you just close your teeth

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!

Ha ha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh, my God
You had a Voodoo doll and everything, worthless, bitch!
You just knew, don't let her come back, Jesus!
Please, don't let her come back!

But she's back bitches
Ha ha, okay, look, just on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'

See, that's why don't nobody talk about you
Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby, bitch
Learn how to make a quilt or sumin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is, ain't it?
Just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch!

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Shut Up Bitch (Intro) - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Shut Up Bitch (Intro)
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Jones, M Williams, R Greene

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Lyric:
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can't a bitch breathe? Gimmie room, please
I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze

I used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes Mclaren
(Hey, Kim, what up?)
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up
(So high)

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'
(Get it jumpin', bitch)

Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like lil' Kim in they videos
Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!

I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German enginerin', Rack n' Pinion stearin'
Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause momma back and hotter than before

Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'

So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a Q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear
Three sixty five days of the year
Shit, I done heard it all throughout my career
(What they say?)

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!

I just keep climbing up the ladder
Y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them

Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones
Who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to payless

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'

You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage
For your tongue if you just close your teeth

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!

Ha ha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh, my God
You had a Voodoo doll and everything, worthless, bitch!
You just knew, don't let her come back, Jesus!
Please, don't let her come back!

But she's back bitches
Ha ha, okay, look, just on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'

See, that's why don't nobody talk about you
Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby, bitch
Learn how to make a quilt or sumin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is, ain't it?
Just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch!

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She Belongs To Me - Lyrics - The Blue Dogs

Title: She Belongs To Me
Artist: The Blue Dogs
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
She got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take the dark out of the night time
And paint the day time black

She never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
She is nobody's child
Lord, can't touch her at all

She wears an Egyptian red ring
Sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian red ring
Sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
She gonna wind up looking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees

Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween give her a trumpet
For Christmas, give her a drum

She got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take the dark out of the night time
And paint the day time black

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Hook It Up - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Hook It Up
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Ronnie Jackson, Lawrence Franks

Lyric:
She look what?
She look good, she bad as a motherfucka
She look good? Yeah
I mean how's her heart?
How's her head? Her mind right?

Her brain right, shit
Look, listen, nigga, yeah
Tell your girl if she got one of them bad motherfuckers
That look like her and you know, act like her
Shit, nigga, you already know what to do

Tell your girl to hook it up
Tell your girl to hook it up

If she got a friend, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she got a cousin, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she got a sister, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up

Kells, if she sexy like that, tell your girl to hook it up
Sweet and she don't talk back, tell your girl to hook it up
If she's lookin' for that real love, tell your girl to hook it up
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up

Homie, you spite, yeah, your girl, she's a dime piece
Nigga, now I know why you ain't been hangin' around me
The way she look I'd do the same, spend that time, play that game
Like to say if I lock that up, if I was you I'd knock that up

Open the door for her man, pulled out her chair
She may not know it but that's wifee right there
Worth spending that money, lookin' fresh as a breeze
Sexy, good girl, pretty and as sweet as can be

You could take her straight home to mama
Even to meet your pops
She don't come with no drama
Damn, you lucky bastard

If she got a friend, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she got a cousin, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she got a sister, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up

If she sexy like that, tell your girl to hook it up
Sweet and she don't talk back, tell your girl to hook it up
If she's lookin' for that real love, tell your girl to hook it up
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up

Kells, I see you pimpin' in the club with the baddest chick
If she got a partner, tell her she should get with this
A well known money makin' H U E Y
Huey be the man to give some real love, you know that playa be I

The type that'd take her out the hood
Make sure her hair and her nails look good
500 Benz, you can break a lil' wood
If she was my girl, I'ma do what I could

As long as you understand it's 50-50
You do for me, I do for you
You shoot for me and I'd shoot for you
You be sweet to me and I'm sweet to you

You may think I'm lyin' but it's the truth
'Cause I ain't gotta lie to kick it
It's easy for me to be pimpin'
But I'm gonna make you my mistress

To avoid the life lookin' ruff
Head and attitude all messed up
All ya gotta do is holler at Kells
And tell him done, hook it up

If she got a friend, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she got a cousin, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she got a sister, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up

If she sexy like that, tell your girl to hook it up
Sweet and she don't talk back, tell your girl to hook it up
If she's lookin' for that real love, tell your girl to hook it up
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me

If she like real playas and don't fuck with no haters
Wanna get with a real balla that's makin' that real paper
If she want a good life, shop, hop out fancy cars
Award shows, party, mingle with the stars

Now if she understand that I am her burning man
And when it comes to sellin' out she's my sold out crowd
And if she's not the type that got a lot girlfriends
Then tell your girl to holler at her future boyfriend, hook it up

If she got a friend, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she got a cousin, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she got a sister, homie, tell your girl to hook it up
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up

If she sexy like that, tell your girl to hook it up
Sweet and she don't talk back, tell your girl to hook it up
If she's lookin' for that real love, tell your girl to hook it up
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up

Huey, Kells, my nigga, yeah
We in the club see that exercise, girl
We in the club see that exercise, girl, walk it out
Yeah, this might be the remix

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Stay - Lyrics - My Own Way - Jay Sean

Title: Stay
Album: My Own Way
Artist: Jay Sean
Composer(s): Alan John Sampson, Jay Sean

Lyric:
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Hear what I'm saying, yeah, ask her one more time
If she's stayin' then stay, if she goin' go
Fighting, arguing, hyping, no
That's all long like going go

Forget the knock, knock, knocking
Making a scene all neighbors are clockin'
You need to take control make her know
If she don't open up the door you're bopping

Honestly, if she ain't on it then long it
Make her know who the is boss like Norwich
Come like she don't know mans credentials
She must want man to run off like sonic

The likkle man hyping and fighting is long
Make her know from now that you just ain't on it
Tell her, don't get it wrong, just try get along
If not bounce to your show in Norwich

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Yo, you need to start acting colder
For no reason, she's giving you the cold shoulder
But when you don't answer the door
She starts investigating' like Scully and Molder

If she said it's over then it's over
Tell her she's lucky like a four leaf clover
But you keep on ringing her Nokia
Worst thing 'bout it, she's on Voda

Don't call her, don't ring back
Get your car and your diamond ring back
Look how many songs you've sang for the girl
And she can't book studio time and sing back, leave her

Get your old ting back
I don't know why you even started to link that
You need to listen to me jammer, chips and frisk
Forget the beef, allow the big Mac

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

If she's saying she don't wanna stay no more
Creep downstairs lock the door
You can't have it but don't panic
Two days alone she won't manage

Yo, what gwarn for girls these days
Like say we can't get girls these days
One likkle passa, two likkle problems
Third time 'round you have to beg them to stay, no

You need to 'low it
Remind her who wears the trousers
These women forgetting their roles
Tell her I said no, you roll them pole

She sees the reaction when you do shows
Females flexing like their brainless
Fame, its' not like your nameless
P.S. do not forget you're famous

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Yo, why do girls always wanna talk about leaving?
She says, she's gone again
And this time she's gone much further than Ealing
Don't watch that she'll be gone by the evening

Don't hold your breath 'cause you might stop breathing
And if she's part of the plan then what you achieving
Girls only leave 'cause they can't take deceiving
After she's got what she wants and she packs up her bags
And opens the door and talks about breezing

That's why I'm colder at the door, girls wanna war like freezing
Get that cash money get them G's in
Get you cars dry know what you're dealing
Don't try to propose when you're kneeling
'Cause your heart will need a lot more than healing

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

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Get Away - Lyrics - Ms. Jade

Title: Get Away
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Chevon Young

Lyric:
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

Ya'll know I represent for the chicks
But this girl so petty it me makin' me sick
Plottin' and lookin' and watchin', tryna pick up my twist
Always wanna know what I'm doin' and see who I'm wit

I don't know why she focus all her free time on me
Peakin' out the window when she hear me jingle my keys
Right now I'm thinkin that it's to the point she wanna be me
This broad is quick to copy every time I get a new weave

Lookin' on the name of bags when I bring somethin' home
Single black female, I honestly think somethin' is wrong
Sit on my steps talk on my phone
She quick to go get her phone

That ain't the type of shit you do when you normal and grown
Bitch go read a book or check a flick out or somethin'
Got to admit I gotta get away 'cause bitches be buggin'
This kiddy situation gon' make me come at her chin
The funny thing is when we was younger we used to be friends

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

Got this girl 'round my way that's a trip
Trickin' for twenties, young dummy and quick wit her lip
Get dressed and change her clothes if she think you look better than her
Hatin' on every female that's doing better than her

Don't know what it is, I guess she got some low self-esteem
Dealing with brothers, friends and cousins causin' a scene
Purposely mess with niggas, with girls just to start beef
And she don't really care if she known as a whore in the streets

You know the type of girl that you speak to that's about it
'Cause she the type of girl that smile behind you back talkin' shit
In the club wit her homies, keep her eye on your dude
Soon as you get up go to the bathroom, she makin' her move

Turnin' her nose up at people actin' jealous and bitter
That hate gone get her, look in the books and wanna be thinner
Was raised as quitter, that's why she act the way that she do
Content bein' a savage, actin' like a goddamn fool

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

This other chick musta got it confused
I've been focused and ain't nobody take me out of my groove
Hangin' around in the corner store rollin' her eyes
A year ago beatin' my ear up 'cause she wanted to ride

I'm sayin won't fly me out to LA, get on a hook
I'm thinkin to myself this broad must be as dumb as she look
Handled this situation well like I always been doin'
When away for a while came back, my name is in ruins

They say she tellin' people that I'm broke and ain't got a dime
And that she really wanna battle wit her trash ass rhymes
Guess that's the price you pay for fame being a star in this world
This verse I'm talkin' 'bout a guy that's actin' just like a girl

Jockin' me, sweatin' me, ridin' me and doin' it tough
You'll never get nowhere doin' that female stuff
Guess that's the price you pay for fame being a star in this world
This verse I'm talkin 'bout a guy that's actin' just like a girl

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell

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Don'T Cha - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Don'T Cha
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Anthony L Ray, Trevor Smith, Thomas Callaway

Lyric:
Dolls, are you ready? Let's dance, dolls
Ooh, baby, dolls, fellas, are you ready?
Let's dance, ooh, baby

I know you like me
(I know you like me)
I know you do
(I know you do)
That's why whenever I come around
She's all over you

And I know you want it
(I know you want it)
It's easy to see
(It's easy to see)
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be f*** me

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was wrong like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?

Fight the feeling
(Fight the feeling)
Leave it alone
(Leave it alone)
'Cause if it ain't love, it just ain't enough
To leave a happy home

Let's keep it friendly
(Let's keep it friendly)
You have to play fair
(You have to play fair)
See, I don't care
But I know she ain't gon' wanna share

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was wrong like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?

Hot, freak, hot, freak
Hot like me, freak like me
Hot like me, freak
Hot like me, freak like me
Hot, freak, hot, freak, hot

I know I'm on your mind
I know we'd have a good time
I'm your friend, I'm fun
And I'm fine, I ain't lying
Look at me, you ain't blind

I know I'm on your mind
I know we'd have a good time
I'm your friend, I'm fun
And I'm fine, I ain't lying
Look at me, you ain't blind

Look at me
Look at me

Hot, freak
Hot, freak
Hot, freak

See, I know she loves you
(I know she loves you)
I understand
(I understand)
I probably be just as crazy about you
If you were my own man

Maybe next lifetime
(Maybe next lifetime)
Possibly
(Possibly)
Until then old friend
Your secret is safe with me

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was wrong like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?

Hot, freak, hot, freak, hot, freak
Hot, freak, hot, freak, hot, freak

I know I'm on your mind
I know we'd have a good time
I'm your friend, I'm fun
And I'm fine, I ain't lying
Look at me, you ain't blind

I know I'm on your mind
I know we'd have a good time
I'm your friend, I'm fun
And I'm fine, I ain't lying
Look at me, you ain't blind

Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
...

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Looking Over My Shoulder - Lyrics - Emerson Drive - Emerson Drive

Title: Looking Over My Shoulder
Album: Emerson Drive
Artist: Emerson Drive
Composer(s): John Bettis, Michael Dulaney, Neil Thrasher

Lyric:
Hey, yeah
I feel her hair slap in my face
It makes me smile
She slides her arms around my waist
Tighter every mile

Her lips are against my ear
I grab the clutch and find a higher gear

She said, "Don't look back, I gotcha covered
Forget the past, we've got each other"
And as I left the life before her far behind
She rode a little closer, lookin' over my shoulder

I check the mirror and catch her eye
She blows me a kiss
A round photograph reflecting
Just how right this is

I shouted I'm the king of the world
And I'll be yours forever, girl

And she said, "Don't look back, I gotcha covered
Forget the past, we've got each other"
And as I left the life before her far behind
She rode a little closer, lookin' over my shoulder

Over my shoulder
Over and over

She said, "Don't look back, I gotcha covered
Forget the past, we've got each other"
And as I left the life before her far behind

She said, "Don't look back, I gotcha covered
Forget the past, we've got each other"
As we left the life before us far behind
She rode a little closer, lookin' over my shoulder

She said, "Don't look back, I gotcha covered"
Lookin' over my shoulder, hey, yeah

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