Lyrics

Light it up We've been a little more than just friends And in most cases that's just where it ends But I took the time to stoke up your flame Can I get a witness to back up my claim? Now, I'm standin' so close to your fire If I say that I've quit ya, you can call me a liar Now, we've been a little more than just friends And where we go now, I guess that depends If I get myself caught up in your scene Black hair, black coffee and hard nicotine I can't sleep, I can't eat Need you to hold my hand, so I can cross the street Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that Sugar in my coffee Oh yeah, makes me mean Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that I'm her silver dollar She's my slot machine Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, why I call her Tina, my nicotine We've been a little more than just friends And where we go now, I guess that depends Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that Sugar in my coffee Oh yeah, makes me mean Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that She's my V8 motor I'm her gasoline Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that I'm her silver dollar She's my slot machine Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, why I call her Tina, my nicotine Nicotine My nicotine Oh yeah, she's a Yeah, she is Yeah, she is
Writer(s): Edmond Gordie Johnson, Alexander Brindley Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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