band practice

Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh You're making me so, so comfortable See through my innocent soul We're locked in this garage You're playing all my parts Come make me a star Can I practice on you? Can you practice on me to? Girl, you give me the blues Can I practice on you? Can you practice on me to? Girl, you give me the blues I got love for you, I got lot for you I got something for you, can I get something in return? I got love for you, I got lot for you I got something for you, can I get something in return? (Ooh) Can I practice on you? Can you practice on me to? Girl, you give me the blues Ooh, I got love for me too And I know it's just us two And the trumpets sing sweet lullabies, ooh Symphonies in blue, remind me of you And the road is running out and that's fine Yeah, I want you, you, you That's old me If you ain't gang, gang, gang don't approach me Hello ghetto, let your soul breathe I can't say I got offended when you stole me I think we went to war last night My mission was to catch your eye I think I made it do what it do But it wasn't what it was when you caught that flight And I know you gotta get that bag, drop bombs over my Baghdad I think it was a casualty, damn, when you casually walked my way Woah, woah, but you still my woe Kiss away all my woes, woah If she golden, prolly go then I might slide on your bitch for the trophy And I'm falling in slow motion