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Love Buzz

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 24.07.2012

Everyone's askin' me
Boy what's got into you
think I been nippin' on the sauce
I walk around smilm1 like I feel no pain at all
I guess I don't but that's because

CHORUS

I got a little love buzz
I'm flyin' like a kite does
Higher than the sky, got me feelin' right
Better than the booze does
I'm sober as an old judge
I'll tell ya right now cuz
My baby she's a good drug
I got a little love buzz

Seems all I want to do
Is get to where she is
And belly up to her again yeah
And n take all she's got
Cause she's the top shelf kind
She keeps me strung out on a binge

REPEAT CHORUS

Yes sir ocifer
I can walk your line
And l can say your ABC's
No I ain't had a drop
And I don't smoke that stuff
If you gotta know then I'll come clean
Here's the truth

REPEAT CHORUS

My baby she's a good drug
I gota little love buzz
I can feel a little love buzz
It's comin' on now

I'm feelin' a little light headed
Little love buzz., Little love buzz., Little love buzz.,


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