Lyrics

You got the tip, from the blood on my lip You gotta a little truth, no way to shake it loose What can I say She stole my time, and shook my bits Walks in style, with swinging hips. She got it all She got it all - with a lot more coming She got it all - it took a whole lot too So she's nobody's fool, and wayout cool No time to lose, mine to choose What can I say, what can I say Hey there - she's a whole lot like you She's everybody's dream, and everything it seems With a head on start, she took my heart And asked for more She's nobody's fool, and wayout cool No time to choose, and yours to lose Make my day What can I say - we had a whole lot coming We had it all - it took a whole lot too So, you got the tip, from the blood on my lip You gotta a little truth, so what Yes I know it's not funny, it's not funny Hey there - she's a whole lot like you
Writer(s): Christopher Gerke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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