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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

What A Difference A Day Makes - Lyrics - EV3 - En Vogue

Title: What A Difference A Day Makes
Album: EV3
Artist: En Vogue
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Denzil Foster

Lyric:
What a difference a day makes
What a difference

Six a clock in the mornin'
Oh, a new day's born
Can't wait to get my day started
I think I'll run a few laps
An' then I'll take a hot bath
And dash to my favorite hair salon

What a difference a day makes
What a difference
What a difference a day makes
What a difference

Now with a fresh do
I did the nails and the feet too
It's time to go on shoppin' spree
Spoil myself with something lovely
Oh, I can't forget
I got a date uptown, 'bout six
I'm lookin' great and I'm feelin' fine
It's good to be off work some time

What a difference a day makes
What a difference
What a difference a day makes
What a difference

Back at home again
Right where I first left off
I'm glad I had some fun today
'Cause I sure was stressin' out
Feelin' as high as ever
Lookin' better
All I needed was one day
When you just can't take it
Make time to shake it

What a difference a day makes
What a difference
What a difference a day makes
What a difference

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As we go a little step
As we go a little step
Like this
As we go a little step
As we go a little step
As we go a little step
Like this}

{As we go a little step
As we go a little step
As we go a little step
Like this
As we go a little step
As we go a little step
As we go a little step
Like this}

What a difference a day makes
What a difference
What a difference a day makes
What a difference

What a difference a day makes
What a difference
What a difference a day makes
What a difference

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Que Dices - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Que Dices
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Kevin Paul Feyen, William Adams, Jaime Luis Gomez, Brian Scott Lapin, Allan Apll Pineda

Lyric:
We be fallin up like growin
Niggas don't be knowin our styles we be showin
Extraterrestrial complete show em
Sure, shoney men bring on the spear flow em
Up in the air, into their athmosphere
Let em know we tooken some shit right here
There's no way of knowing where we going from here
But we're prepared to enter war they declare
Motion to motion, we be like ghostin
Black Eyed Peas contain the rhyme with the potion
Got your emotion mingling with us
Any animosity now it's time to hush
Feel the fuckin rush

Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)

Really y'all, here's how to be free
Just open your mind and relax with the Peas
Let us call our mellow crew, help you out to peep the ease
Like a thirty-five mile cruise, steady summer breeze
Run into your town, run into her town
Feelin my sound spreadin around
We spreadin around like the plague
I got you movin hips, necks and legs
I'm closed to the end
So push me, we magic like hocus
We be fallin up like oh shit
Some shit, that you won't see
Some shit that you can't lose
Some shit that can only be down by you know who
Whatever double the W-I to the L-L
For owning the extraterre-es-tre-el-el
Rockin you the cool-ass rhymes
The cool-ass rhymes, some cool-ass rhymes
Some cool-ass rhymes

Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)

My job is to mainly hypnotize
I'm a take over the charts and maneuver through the eyes
Visually on stage, the Peas, we multiply
While equalling the sums of only one try
First is my scarf that presented of the pile
Second adjust my bust that really sound fly
Third gain the zone, the Washa has arrived
Fourth keep my mind and my song online
We purchasin dues that remain state of mind
Equipped with all cultures, a piece of color blind
We keep it on the positive 'cause it is hard to find
Keep it on the positive 'cause it is hard to find

Say what

Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)

Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what (Say what)
Say what (Say what)
Say what (Say what)
What, what nigga
Say what
What nigga

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

I Got A Feelin' - Lyrics - Joe Diffie

Title: I Got A Feelin'
Artist: Joe Diffie
Composer(s): Joe Diffie, Lonnie Wilson

Lyric:
I'm out here stranded on this Oklahoma road
Nothing but a broken truck, heat and dust and a million high line poles
If only I could tap the line I'd be just fine
If I could talk to her right now

'Cause there's a voice inside of me that's saying something's wrong
'Cause I've tried a hundred times and a hundred dimes
To reach her on the phone and like the sun my hearts sinkin'
'Cause I'm thinkin' it don't matter anyhow

I got a feelin' she ain't feelin' what I'm feelin' anymore
I got a sneakin' suspicion love is walkin' out the door
And now I'm dealin' with a heartache like I've never felt before
I got a feelin' she ain't feelin' what I'm feelin' anymore

I like this ramblin' life but what a price to pay
To think I'd let a dollar sign and a diesel whine drive her love away
I've got a real strong premonition
She ain't missin' me as much as I miss her

I got a feelin' she ain't feelin' what I'm feelin' anymore
I got a sneakin' suspicion love is walkin' out the door
And now I'm dealin' with a heartache like I've never felt before
I got a feelin' she ain't feelin' what I'm feelin' anymore

I got a feelin' she ain't feelin' what I'm feelin' anymore

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Z - Roc Boys - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - Roc Boys
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Thomas R Brenneck, Shawn C Carter, Sean Combs, Levar Coppin, Guy David, Michael Deller, David Guy, Deleno Matthews, Leon Michels, Gabriel Alexander Roth, Homer Steinweiss

Lyric:
And the winner is Hov
My man, speech

First of all I wanna thank my Connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game

Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery
Thanks to the pastor rappin' at your eulogy
To Lil' Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
'Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw

Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freakin' for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don't know the feelin' when them things get across

Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor

Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
[Incomprehensible] got less steps then Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

Red Porsche's, rare portraits
Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses

Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches

La Heim
I wish for you a hundred years of success
But it's my time, cheers, toast to crime
Number one B-boy, chain nigga rhyme

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

Sweet, let that ride out, bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black super hero music right here baby, American Gangsta
Takin' flight, comin' to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want y'all to start playin' the horns like
Hovie's home, Lukey baby

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Some X S*** - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Some X S***
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
If I thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama
I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma
I'ma hit y'all niggaz with somethin' that you ain't never felt
(What?)
Hit y'all niggaz for frontin' you caught up in that hell
(What?)

If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true
I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew
But if you know a bitch? You don't listen to that bitch
You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch

If I listened to all the snake niggaz that's runnin' they mouth
I wouldn't be in the crib, I'd be loadin' up, to run in your house
But you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a coward
He'll end up killin' these cowards, and I'm not feelin' these cowards

If I let the niggaz around my way tell me how to feel about me
I guess I really, wouldn't be D
But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because I live it
How many niggaz eat it and shit it, you cats want it? Come and get it

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

It's not like me to have my back turned to open places
I wanna see it when it's comin', so I can open faces
Open cases got me payin' to stay out of jail
(What?)

While these streets, got me to prayin' to stay out of hell
(C'mon)
Slipped and I fell, got back up slipped again
But no matter what it's been, niggaz never got a win
It's a thin line I walk, everyday but I'm good with it

Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood did it
Knew what I was doin', everyday that I've been doin' it
(Okay)
Seein' niggaz havin' a good time, so I'ma ruin it
(Yeah)

Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggaz is puss
Frontin' like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush
When push comes to shove
Whatever love we had take it witchu

Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you
Everybody knows you can talk all day
(Yes)
But when it's on what you gonna do walk away
(Yes)

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Man, I told you I lock jaws, carry a glock four
Close my eyes on y'all niggaz, the bullets'll watch yours
Then I gotta open up another can of ass whippin'
Y'all niggaz better pucker up, time for some real ass kissin'

I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like
I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat at night
Handle whatever's comin' when I get there, but I'm good
(What?)

Dismantle whatever's comin'
Y'all niggaz sit there and put up hoods
How my niggaz feelin?
(Good)
How my niggaz like it?
(Rough)
What my niggaz want?
(Blood)
We stay callin' niggaz bluff

But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be
C'mon let's eat
Whatever my niggaz want from me
Is what my niggaz gonna get from me

And if I ever let the words, of another nigga bother me
I might as well let the sperm, of that other nigga father me
But they know, like I know, the black Rhino
Niggaz rippin' through 'em and let the nine blow
Nigga die slow
(Oh, oh, oh)

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now
Tell me how you feelin' now
I know you illin' now

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
(What?, what?, what?, what?, what?)
(What?, what?, what?, what?)
Ruff Ryders, Volume One, the compilation
DMX, Swizz Beats, uhh, double up
(What?, what?, what?, what?, what?)
(What?, what?, what?, what?)
Double up, y'all gotta feel us
Y'all gotta feel us

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

A Nice Boy Like Me - Lyrics - Barry Manilow

Title: A Nice Boy Like Me
Artist: Barry Manilow
Composer(s): Barry Manilow, Anderso

Lyric:
Walkin' around uptight and lookin' for noise
Frantic on a Friday night just one of the boys
Phoney defenses, they fall in my way a case of hot fire turnin' to stone
Just a wind up poet with a chip on his shoulder
Meetin' Saturday mornin' alone

Won?t you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' in a place that never closes?
I can hardly hear ya' Holy Moses lookin' so sad
Won?t you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' by the dance floor after hours?
Dozin' over rows of whiskey sours, feelin' so bad I'm feelin' so bad for me
(What' cha doin' here boy? What' cha doin' here boy?)

Lost in the crowd alone I'm drinkin' my third
I'm hungry for company, but I can't think of the words
Watchin' the girls, my heart in my hands what a misplaced, pitiful sight
Just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow
What he shoulda' been sayin' tonight

Won?t you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' in a place that never closes?
I can hardly hear ya' Holy Moses lookin' so sad
Won?t you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' by the dance floor after hours?
Dozin' over rows of whiskey sours, feelin' so bad I'm feelin' so bad for me
(What' cha doin' here boy? What' cha doin' here boy?)

Watchin' the girls, my heart in my hands what a misplaced, pitiful sight
Just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow
What he shoulda' been sayin' tonight

Won?t you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' in a place that never closes?
I can hardly hear ya' Holy Moses lookin' so sad
Now won?t you tell me what's a nice boy like me, doin' by the dance floor after hours?
Dozin' over rows of whiskey sours, feelin' so bad I'm feelin' so bad for me
(What' cha doin' here boy? What' cha doin' here boy?)
I don't know

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Floetic - Lyrics - Floetic - Floetry

Title: Floetic
Album: Floetic
Artist: Floetry
Composer(s): Marsha Ambrosius, Darren T Henson, Keith Isaiha Pelzer, Natalie Stewart, Mel Torme, R Wells

Lyric:
Floetry, uh huh

It's floetic, uh, it's floetic
Uh, it's floetic, uh, it's floetic
Uh, it's floetic, yo

Floetry
(We're)
Alright
(I'm the)
Floetcist
(And I'm)
Alright

(She's a)
Songstress
(And she's)
Alright
(What, what)
Lettin' them know it's on, on, on

Yo, I say what's up?
(What's up?)
What's up with you?
(What's up with you?)
You feelin' good
(Feelin' good)
We feel it too

(Uh huh)
We gonna mess now, say we just groove
I step on one, you step on two
(Two)

Now when we move, we're feelin' the vibe right
Said if we move we're makin' a vibe right
And if it's day, or if it is night, we're feelin' alright
Say we be alright alright, what

Oh, you let your body move, feelin' it inside you you, ooh
(Inside you)
Let your body move I said now
(One more time say)
You let your body move feelin' it inside you you, ooh
('Cause, we)
We can get it in that's what's up

Floetry
(And we're)
Alright
(I'm the)
Floetcist
(And I'm)
Alright

(She's a)
Songstress
(And she's)
Alright
(What, what)

Lettin' them know it's on on on
Floetry, alright
(I'm the)
Floetcist
(And I'm)
Alright

(She's a)
Songstress
(And she's)
Alright
Lettin' them know it's on on on

I heard it's verse two, so I'll bring it back again
Just to let you know, exactly what is happenin'
I see you noddin' your head like it's a Q Tip flick
Yo you haven't heard a word about the floetry shit

Floetcism floetry, uh, it's floetic
Once you have heard it, you have to get it
So, you could sing it, or you could play it
You could play it yo you could play it

You let your body move feelin' it inside you you, ooh
(Inside you)
We can get it in that's what's up
You let your body move feelin' it inside, yeah
(Inside you)
We can get it in that's what's up

Floetry
(And we're)
Alright
(I'm the)
Floetcist
(And I'm)
Alright

(She's a)
Songstress
(And she's)
Alright
(Yo)

Lettin' them know it's on on on
Floetry
(And we're)
Alright

(I'm the)
Floetcist
(And I'm)
Alright

(She's a)
Songstress, alright
Lettin' them know it's on on on

That's what's up
(That's what's up)
I said that's what's up
(Yeah, yeah, that's what's up)

Marsh, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
I said that's what's up
(That's what's up)

Yo, that's what's up
(Yo that's what's up)
Yo that's what's up
(I said that's what's up)

Ya get me that's what's up
(Ya get meat's what's up)
Ya get me that's what's up
(Ya get me that's what's up)

London, from, SC5 to Philly's west side
Just to bring the vibe, and we're feelin' alright
Said we're doin' alright I said we doin' alright
I said we doin', yo one more time London listen

From SC5 to Philly's west side
Just to bring the vibe, now we be feelin' alright
Say we be feelin' alright you we feelin' alright
We doin' alright, right

Yo, yo see I'm gettin' it in
(I said I'm gettin' it in)
I said I'm gettin' it in
(I said I'm gettin' it in)
You see I'm gettin' it in
(I said I'm gettin' it in)

Say we be gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin', gettin it in
Cause that's what's up we be gettin it in
That's what's up so we be gettin it in
Say we be gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin', gettin' it in

That's what's up so I be gettin it in, nah mean, that's what's up
Keyshawn, limited less, floetcist, songstress
Yeah we be gettin' it in, gettin' it in
Keyshawn, limited less, floetcist, songstress, uh, uh

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Oh What A Beautiful Mornin - Lyrics - Bing Crosby

Title: Oh What A Beautiful Mornin
Artist: Bing Crosby
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers

Lyric:
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way

All the cattle are standin' like statues
All the cattle are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way

All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way
Oh, what a beautiful day

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Monday, August 16, 2010

What Was I Thinkin' - Lyrics - Dierks Bentley - Dierks Bentley

Title: What Was I Thinkin'
Album: Dierks Bentley
Artist: Dierks Bentley
Composer(s): Dierks Bentley, Deric Ruttan, Brett Beavers

Lyric:
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I thinkin'?

She snuck out one night an' met me by the front gate
Her daddy came out a-wavin' that 12-guage
We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate
What was I thinkin'?

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay
But that crossed my mind a little too late

'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top
Sittin' right there in the middle by me
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead

I know what I was feelin'
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?

By the county line, the cops were nippin' on our heels
Pulled off the road an' kicked it in four-wheel
Shut off the lights an' tore through a cornfield
What was I thinkin'?

At the other side, she was hollerin', "Faster"
Took a dirt road, had the radio blastin'
Hit the honky-tonk for a little close dancin'
What was I thinkin'?

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay
But that crossed my mind a little too late

'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top
Sittin' right there in the middle by me
I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead

I know what I was feelin'
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?

When a mountain of a man with a "Born to kill" tattoo
Tried to cut in, I knocked out his front tooth
We ran outside, hood slidin' like Bo Duke
What was I thinkin'?

I finally got her home at a half past two, later
Daddy's in a long chair sittin' on the driveway
Put it in park as he started my way
What was I thinkin'? Oh, what was I thinkin'?
Oh, what was I thinkin'?

Then she gave a "Come an' get me" grin
An' like a bullet, we were gone again

'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top
Sittin' right there in the middle by me
I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss
Man, just gotta get goin' where the night might lead

I know what I was feelin'
Yeah I know what was I feelin'
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?

I know what I was feelin'
What was I thinkin'?
Guess I was thinkin' 'bout that tank top
Spread out

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Once In A While - Lyrics - Cliff Richard

Title: Once In A While
Artist: Cliff Richard
Composer(s): Alan Tarney

Lyric:
I think of this most every night
How hard it is to get it alright?
I'm lookin' here, I'm lookin' there
I see a heart broken pieces everywhere

Wouldn't you try, wouldn't you know?
Try so hard, still you let it all go
Too much trouble, too much pain
I think, I'm gonna have that luck again

What'll I do if you walk away?
What'll I do if you walk away?
Well, I haven't a chance
No, I haven't a chance

Once in a while I get this feelin'
Now and again, I'm all in a daze
Time after time, I ask myself this
Will you walk away?
Once in a while, I get this feelin'

Seems all day and night time too
I don't belong, I'm just passin' through
I guess you're right, I think too much
Still in all, I miss your touch

A crazy notion, a careless thought
I start to worry and time gets short
Well, think of this my dear young one
The time to act has just begun

What'll I do if you walk away?
What'll I do if you walk away?
Well, I haven't a chance
No, I haven't a chance

Once in a while I get this feelin'
Now and again, I'm all in a daze
Time after time, I ask myself this
Will you walk away?
Once in a while, I get this feelin'

Thinkin' of this every night

Once in a while I get this feelin'
Now and again, I'm all in a daze
Time after time, I ask myself this
Will you walk away?

Once in a while I get this feelin'
Now and again, I'm all in a daze
Time after time, I ask myself this
Will you walk away?
Once in a while, I get this feelin'

What'll I do if you walk away?
Once in a while, I get this feelin'
What'll I do if you walk away?
Time after time, I'm feelin' having that luck again

What'll I do if you walk away?
Once in a while, I get the feelin'
What'll I do if you walk away?
Time after time, I'm feelin' having that luck again
What'll I do if you walk away?

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Oh, What A Beautiful Morning - Lyrics - Brave Combo

Title: Oh, What A Beautiful Morning
Artist: Brave Combo
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers

Lyric:
There's a bright golden haze in the meadow
There's a bright golden haze in the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky

Well, I say, oh, what a beautiful mornin', yeah
Yes, what a wonderful day
I've got a beautiful feelin', feelin'
Everything's, everything's goin' my way

Whoa, the cattle are standing like statues
The cattle are standing like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown maverick is winkin' her eye, she said

Oh, what a beautiful morning, yeah
Well, what a wonderful day
I want ya'll to know, oh now, I've got a beautiful feelin'
I've got everything, everything's goin' my way
Everything's goin' my way, my way

Whoa, the sounds of the earth are like music
The sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is as busy, it don't miss a tree
And a little ol' weepin' willow is laughin' at me, she said

Oh, what a beautiful morning
Yes, what a wonderful day
Y'all, I got a beautiful feelin'
I got everything, I got everything
I got everything, everything's goin' my way
I'm sorry but I got everything's goin' my way, my way

Oh, baby, oh, baby
I wanna thank you little girl for such a wonderful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Intense - Lyrics - Alishas Attic

Title: Intense
Artist: Alishas Attic
Composer(s): Karen Ann Poole, Terence James Martin, Michelle Lena Mcerlaine

Lyric:
Intense

Put your socks on and pull 'em up
We got a long ride and a velvet chair to sit on
E-mail junkies press your buttons now
The rocket fuel will last us till we push the boat out

And everybody wants to know
Is what we're given what we get
I guess the answer is we don't know yet

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

I just got to tell you
Yell it to ya girls and boys
We're gettin' hotter
You feel it too? Gotcha

Intense

Put your smile on and keep it sweet
You got your ammunition on your back but you can't use it
Are you a good soul or a bad egg?
And is our future wounded by philosophies our daddy had?

And everybody wants to see
What the mirror cannot see
Or is it something that we just can't see yet?

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

I just got to tell you
Yell it to ya girls and boys
We're gettin' hotter, gotcha

Intense

Days go by and by
Like your blood is running through you
(Sometimes we sit and watch the world cry)
Sunny starts the day and rain it ends
But still they pass us by
Like stress has got its hold on you
You never sit back realize you're so

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

I just got to tell you
Yell it to ya
We're gettin' hotter, gotcha

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

Intense
(I know you're feelin' it)
(But what's it comin' to when we wanna)
(Get a rocket ship outta here?)

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

20 Year Old Lover - Lyrics - Juliette And The Licks

Title: 20 Year Old Lover
Artist: Juliette And The Licks
Composer(s): Patricia Theresa Schemel, Todd M Morse, Clint Walsh, Paul Aloysious Ill, Juliette Lake Lewis

Lyric:
It's alright, can I see you later tonight?
You're so fine, younger than the others, it's not right
'Cause you know I'm restless to you, how you get me all confused
You nearly pull me under, you're my 20 year old lover

And I can hear what they're sayin'
When I'm talkin' to you
(Feelin' alright)
I don't know what I'm feelin'
But I know it's somethin' I dig
(Feelin' alright)

I don't know what I'm feelin'
Just a little more than I should
(Feelin' alright)

Now some boys got so little to say but a lot on their minds
So maybe I c-c-come a little late but you're right on time
Oh yeah, I need to let you know, don't be so quick on the draw
You gotta warm me up before you rub me raw

And I can hear what they're sayin'
When I'm talkin' to you
(Feelin' alright)
I don't know what I'm feelin'
But I know it's somethin' I dig
(Feelin' alright)

I don't know what I'm feelin'
Just a little more than I should
(Feelin' alright)
I don't know what I'm feelin'
For my 20 year old lover
(Feelin' alright)
I don't know, I don't know

Hey, hey let me talk to you for a second
I was wonderin' maybe I could pick you up
At your mother's house
And you could gimme a little kiss before she kicks me out

I got so many questions for you like
"What were you like in high school?
Did you make all them girls nervous too?"
I just wanna do so many things to you

You know like, maybe sit in your bedroom and you could tell me
About stories when you were younger and I don't know
Show me your record collection and put your hand on my leg
I don't know maybe, you're sick! It's not right

(Feelin' alright)
I don't know what I'm feelin'
But I know it's somethin' I dig
(Feelin' alright)
I don't know what I'm feelin'
Just a little more than I should
(Feelin' alright)

I don't know what I'm feelin'
For my 20 year old lover
(Feelin' alright)
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
(Feelin' alright)
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know

But I'm feelin' alright
(Feelin' alright)
And I'm feelin' alright
Oh, alright, yeah

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

House And The Rising Son - Lyrics - House Of Pain - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Son
Album: House Of Pain
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback

I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And you don't quit, I say you don't quit
'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break

Like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The house of pain

Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
Honey let me in

'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doolah
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler

Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make you drool, and play the fool
Snatch you by the ears, smack you up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer

Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jeda
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybee

Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey?

Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello

The freakin' who's speakin', freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take you for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow
I tax that butt, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

House And The Rising Sun - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Sun
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And ya don't quit, I say you don't quit

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door honey let me in
'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady

Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son will be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque who's gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a prev

The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin' freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that but, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Represent - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Represent
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): R Dunigen, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, L Crump, W E Weston, D Carlton

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Lyric:
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(Lil' flip)
Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(David banner, three six mafia)
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(Houston, Texas, Mississippi, Memphis, Tenn, what?)

They told me I can't talk about ice no more
(What? What? What? What?)
But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more
(What? What? What? What?)
I get it crunk in the club, niggaz get drunk in the club
(What? What? What? What?)
(Waa, waa)
When I perform me a hoe, niggaz get jumped in the club
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
But I'm used to that shit, so it ain't no need to run
(What? What? What? What?)
And just because you gotta gun, don't mean that's the only one
(What? What? What? What?)
(Ooo)
So if you came here to chill nigga, just chill and shit
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
'Cause you ain't gotta act like that I know you feelin' this shit
(What? What? What? What?)
I drop, hit after hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
(What? What? What? What?)
I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
(What? What? What? What?)
'Cause I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
(What? What? What? What?)
(Clean, ring)
I got my name on my jersey, like I play with that team
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
I'm a H town nigga and we bang screw tapes
(What? What? What? What?)
And them feds kick in yo door you about to lose weight
(What? What? What? What?)
So just take it like a man, don't snitch on ya man
(What? What? What? What?)
It's lil' flip, representin' Clova Land
(What? What? What? What?)

I'm reppin' H town until the day that I die
(Go, go)
If you look me in the eyes you can tell I'm high
(Go, go)
Yeah, you can talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk
(Go, go)
'Cause when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught
(Go, go, go)
I'm reppin' H town until the day that I die
(Go, go)
If you look me in the eyes you can tell I'm high
(Go, go)
(Yeah, go)
Yeah, you can talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk
(Go, go)
'Cause when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught
(Go, go, go)

I'm from the J, the A, the C to the K town, Mississippi bitch
(Go)
And boy we'll blow off ya face
Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is thrill
Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed
From the white sheets walkin', snitch nigga talkin'
(Go, go)
Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin'
Like woof, nigga stop beggin' me, please
(Ooo)
How you gon' walk and talk shit, if I blow off yo' knees
I'll have ya walkin' like a parrot do, stick foot pussy you
(Do do)
The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too
I'm DBC from the home of the G's
And the VL's bustin' seventeen in ya CL K
Hey, ya body don' got carried away
(Hey)
Mississippi til' I die, bitch so have a nice day
(Ooo)
Or a long ass night nigga
Yeah, yo' death is settin' in muthafucka
Ain't no need for you to fight nigga

Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go go)

Now I'm a M town reppa, like no other
(Go)
(Huff, huff)
Mask on my face 'cause I ride undercover
(Huff, huff)
I'm a mean mugga, a nigga hoe up from the show up
(Huff, huff)
And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up
(Huff, huff)
When I roll up, it is a hold up
(Huff, huff)
Ain't nothin' funny don't breathe 'cause all I wanna hear is ching ching
(Huff, huff)
Like casino slots, or this hot glock, get cocked
(Huff, huff)
Leave a nigga shot in the parkin' lot for his stash spot
(Huff, huff)

No more gangstas in this bitch
(Huff, huff)
(This bitch)
With the tech's with the extra clip
(Huff, huff)
(Extra clips)
And you know that we runnin' this thang
(Huff, huff)
(This thang)
Nigga step, I'm a let my nuts hang
(Nuts hang)
(Huff, huff)
You can get yo' ass shot popped, put off in a head lock
(Huff, huff)
Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop phop
(Huff, huff)
Shot yeah, you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped
(Huff, huff)
Memphis Tenn in this bitch, thought you knew we don't stop
(Huff, huff)

We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go, go)
Shut ya mouth
(Go)

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Oh, What A Beautiful Morning - Lyrics - Ray Charles

Title: Oh, What A Beautiful Morning
Artist: Ray Charles
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers

Lyric:
There's a bright golden haze in the meadow
There's a bright golden haze in the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky

Well, oh what a beautiful morning, aw now
Yes, what a wonderful day
(Look out there)
You know I, I've got a beautiful feeling
Everything's, everything's going my way
(Ya'll c'mon now)

Whoa, the cattle are standing like statues
The cattle are standing like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown maverick is winkin' her eye, she said

Oh, what a beautiful morning, yeah
Well, what a wonderful day, I want ya'll to know, oh now
I've got a beautiful feelin', I got everything, everything's goin' my way
Everything's goin' my way, my way
(Alright ya'll, do it to me)

Oh, alright now, aha

Whoa, the sounds of the earth are like music
The sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is as busy, it don't miss a tree
And a little ol' weepin' willow is laughin' at me, she said

Oh, what a beautiful morning
(Alright now)
Yes, what a wonderful day, alright
Yeah, I got a beautiful feelin', I got everything, I got everything
I got everything
(Whoa)
Everything's goin' my way, my way, hah ha, everything's goin' my way

Whoa, baby, oh, baby
I wanna thank you, little girl, for such a wonderful day
Oh, I got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Just A Friend - Lyrics - Mario - Mario

Title: Just A Friend
Album: Mario
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Harold Lilly, Darryl Mcdaniels, Lawrence Smith, Joseph Ward Simmons, John Smith, Marcel Hall

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Lyric:
I wanna know your name
And I wanna know if you gotta man
(I wanna know)
I wanna know everything
I wanna know ya number and if I can come over

And I wanna know what ya like
I wanna know so I can do it all night
But you're telling me I'm just a friend
You're telling me I'm just a friend

Oh baby, you got what I need
(Oh baby, you got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
But you say I'm just a friend

'Cause I can be your fantasy
('Cause I can be your)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
But you say I'm just a friend

I wanna know you in and out
I wanna know what you're all about
(I wanna know)
I wanna know what makes you laugh
I wanna know about your past

I wanna know how you move
I wanna know so I can move too
(I wanna know)
But you're telling me I'm just a friend
Telling me I'm just a friend

Oh baby, you got what I need
(Oh baby, you got what I need, yeah)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
But you say I'm just a friend

'Cause I can be your fantasy
('Cause I can be your, fantasy, yeah)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
But you say I'm just a friend

(Woah, oh baby you)
Oh baby you got what I need
(Got what I need, yeah)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
But you say I'm just a friend

(Woah)
'Cause I can be your fantasy
(Fantasy, yeah)
But you say I'm just a friend
(But you say I'm just a friend, girl)
But you say I'm just a friend

(Oh, can you, why)
Give me one reason why
You wouldn't want this kinda guy
'Cause I stay dipped I stay laced
And I know you know I'm fly
Girl, stop playing games wit me

And let's get it on tonight
(Tonight)
You got nothing to lose
Let me do what I do
(What I do)

Oh baby you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
But you say I'm just a friend

(Just wanna be your)
'Cause I can be your fantasy
(Fantasy, girl)
But you say I'm just a friend
(But you say )
But you say I'm just a friend

Oh baby, you got what I need
(Oh baby, you got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

'Cause I can be your fantasy
(Can I be your fantasy)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Come on girl )
But you say I'm just a friend

Oh baby, you got what I need
(Oh baby, you got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

'Cause I can be your fantasy
(Can I be your fantasy)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Come on girl )
But you say I'm just a friend

You can call me anytime you like
(Oh anytime)
It doesn't matter day or night
(Said it doesn't matter)
We can do whatever you
(Ooh)

Wanna do it's up to you
Don't fight the feeling that you feel
(Don't fight the feelin')
I can tell that its real
(Oh girl)

So won't you help me understand
(But you say I'm just a)
Why you say I'm just a friend
(But you say I'm just a, friend)

Oh baby, you got what I need
(Oh baby you)
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

'Cause I can be your fantasy
(I can be your, I can be your fantasy)
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend
(Mario)

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