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Put Your Hands On Me

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 06.06.2012

[VERSE]
I guess I'm picky with love
Well baby I give it up it's you I choose
And don't keep me waiting
This girl's got things she needs to do
Oh if I was blind, you'd help me see

If I lost my mind, you'd find it for me
Speak on it babe tell me what do you need
Because all I need is for you to love me baby

[CHORUS]
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby

[VERSE]
Can't stop my mind from thinking of you
How am I supposed to function
Got me feelin' for your lips on my kiss
All night, never want no other lover

Baby I'm hungry
I want and I need
Bring me your sugar
And pour it all over me baby

[CHORUS]
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby

[BRIDGE]
Up till now my eyes could see
Touch me once and it's all hazy

I don't know why and I don't know how
But somehow some way you got me

I can't explain can't comprehend the world could reacht its very end and all I focus on is him
The way he moves, he found his groove there's nothing left to do but tell the world the truth
Cause there's no way out
I love him
I feel him
Oh I'm lovin' those hands

[CHORUS]
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
One more time
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
One taste I'm trippin
Just kiss me baby, tell me you're mine
Put your hands on me baby


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