, like that Hey-yo, do ya like it like that I'm the only one who can love ya like that (Who can love ya like that) Hey-yo, do ya like it like that I'm
that you know is true It makes no difference by you I'll be there with you Ain't that lovin' you? Ain't that lovin' you, baby? Lord, ain't that lovin
Ohh, I'm playing this morning Please don't let those jet-engines start Ohh, I'm playing this morning Please, please don't let those jet-engines start
so (That's what I want) (Money) Never let you go (That's what I want) (Money) Give me everything you got (That's what I want) (Money) Yeah (That's what I want) That
, your eyes just shine While he stands tall and walking proud That look you give that guy I wanna see Looking right at me If I could be that guy instead
, your eyes just shine While he stands tall and walk in proud That look you give that guy, I wanna see Looking right at me If I could be that guy instead
mud She always had a thing about fallin' in love with a bad boy Yeah, they could see it all comin' but her daddy never dreamed She'd grow up that fast
who's that girl Just walk walk (walk) in the club Tell me who's that girl Just walk walk (walk) in the club Tell me who's that girl Just walk walk (
That guy swears he will walk And carries a chip as big as New York That guy at night makes me scream And smashes the best possibilities That guy just
the seams Putting the peas out with the pies everybody combusting but the buttmachine Cracked like a bell but don't mean that it rings and just 'cause it's shiny don't mean that
man But I'm not that kind of guy That ain't never been my cup of tea I'm not that kind of guy But somethin' about you keeps tellin' me That I'm gonna
your songs are so asmin . i have all of yuor songs :)):):)):)::))::):):)):)::::))))))):)::)):):):)::)):):):):)::)):):):):):):):)::) so cool
He's braggin' about his new Jordan's The baby just ran out of milk He's buyin' gold every two weeks The baby just ran out of pampers He's buyin' clothes
've dragged trouble through the door And I've spilled wine on it all (chorus) Maybe I can paint over that It'll prob'ly bleed through Maybe I can paint over that
And that old time feelin' goes sneakin' down the hall Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall And that old time feelin' comes stumblin
shows up when chips are down That?s the kind of stuff I like to be around Stuff that works, stuff that holds up The kind of stuff you don?t hang on the wall Stuff that
start I?m not that kind of guy who?s breakin' just a lonely heart I?m not that kind of guy who?s breakin' lonely hearts I?m not that kind of guy who