Lyrics

Girls I'm telling you He'll be knocking at your door If ya let him in one time Ya gotta call him back for more Jumps around at night Women in his fancy car Breaking hearts from left to right He don't care who you are He's a player He'll get next to you He's a player This is what he'll do He'll shoot you down Right down to the ground He'll shoot you down Right down to the ground Girls I'm warning you He'll have you eating out Of the palm of his hand He's loving is addictive You'll never want another man He'll wine you and dine you Say you're the only one Take your heart tear it apart Then he'll be on the run Cold loving son of a gun Yes he is Cold loving son of a gun Yes he is He'll shoot ya down Right to the ground He'll shoot ya down Right to the ground Cold loving son of a gun That's what he is He'll shoot ya down Right to the ground Cold loving son of a gun That's what he is He'll shoot ya down Right to the ground.
Writer(s): Norman Harris, Allan Felder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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