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You Got Me

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 18.07.2012

You got the swing
I got the front porch
I got the bumble
You got the bee
When you get the blues
I got the rhythm baby
I got you
You got me

When it's raining
You're my umbrella
When it's sunny
I'm your shade
Just put the two of us together
We both got it made

You got the swing
I got the front porch
I got the bumble
You got the bee
When I get the blues
You got the rhythm baby
I got you
You got me

When you're sinking
I am the lifeboat
When I'm a kite
Baby you're the string
I got the get up
And you got the go go
Yeah we got everything

You got the swing
I got the front porch
I got the bumble
You got the bee
You get the blues
I got the rhythm baby
I got you
You got me

You got the swing
I got the front porch
I got the bumble
You got the bee
When I get the blues
You got the rhythm baby
I got you
You got me

Oh I got you
And you got me
Yeah I got you
And you got me

Hey baby, do you wanna go swing


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