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Make You Go

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 11.10.2012

I’ll make your jeans vibrate like a Nokia

Oh, no one can ever take me there but you,
Tonight I wanna fall in love with you.
Let’s do it ‘till we see the sun,
Pawn me like a drum, oh yea yea yea

Oh, you make me want ya, my love will drug ya
Cold like a razor, have you in danger.
I’ll drive you crazy, make you my baby,
Boy, you don’t want? Oh yea, yea, yea

Uh na na na,
Pick me up, let me ride with you all day.
Let me hear you say hey
Uh na na na
Turn me on, let me think about you all day.

I’ll make your jeans vibrate like a Nokia

Uh, no one can do the freaking things I do,
I’m ready to go all the way with you.
Live your life and have some fun,
The night is too young, oh yea yea yea.
Well, I’m like Jamaica, my sex will make ya
Spin all your parts, tie up this cradle.
There’s nothing better, there’s no one better,
Boy, I’m the one, oh yea yea yea.

Uh na na na
Pick me up, let me ride with you all day
Let me hear you say hey
Uh na na na
Turn me on, let me think about you all day.

I’ll make your jeans vibrate like a Nokia

Do it to me ‘till we see the sun
Go hard, baby, do me like a drum
Bum-bum-bum-baram-baddam-bum

I’ll make your jeans vibrate like a Nokia


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