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Tiffany Stevenson
Tiffany Stevenson
Songwriter
Anthony C Williams II
Anthony C Williams II
Songwriter

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You move me And I cannot control The feeling that's come over me I'm blowing up your phone I'll show you what you wanna see Baby, turn off the lights And put your arms around me When you touch my legs I can't feel my face We're on second base Baby, hit a home run Oooh, oooh Yes, it's yours Whenever you want it You know that I got it Get home and I'm 'bout it Yes, it's yours Oooh, look up at the moon We done set the mood It's just me and you Gon' mess around and start a party Make sure we finish what we started We've been having fun Time was rolling over Sun kissed in the morning Sleeping on your shoulder Thanks for coming over But now it's over What'd you think this was Boy, you know what's up I don't give a I just wanna What I said what I said I did what I did It's already done You did a good job But boy I ain't playin it's time to get up Get out It's time to get up Boy, I ain't playin it's time to get up Don't be fallin' in love You got a good vibe But that ain't enough I can call you later When I know you feelin' better Nobody does it better, better Better than you Better than me Better than we Don't you agree, yeah I wouldn't trade this thing Or throw it away 'Cuz at the end of the day Quit playin' it's yours Oooh, oooh Yes, it's yours Yes, it's yours Oooh, oooh Yes, it's yours Yes, it's yours
Writer(s): Anthony Williams Ii, Tiffany Stevenson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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