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Don’t Stop

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 15.08.2012

Don't stop
Love me right

Don't stop doing what you're doing
The way you touch me makes me feel so good
There's something about the way you love me
Boy you got me calling out your name
I love the way you love me baby
I can never run away from you
Give me all of your good love
Until I overflow

Don't stop
Don't stop
Love me right
Love me right

Kiss me any time you want to
Love with you is where I wanna be
Could we do what you do to me
I just can't get enough

Don't stop
Don't stop
Love me right
Love me right

I like what you do boy
(I like what you do boy)
You bring me so much joy
(So much joy)
So much that I can't get enough
(I can't get enough)
And I l-o-v-e you

Don't stop
Don't stop
Love me right
Love me right

The time that you're givin' good
I like it a lot
It goes on and on
And you know it don't stop
As you relaxin' max as I kick dope tracks
And yo' it's on like that
With the D-I-A-N-A Ross
Yeah you can't touch the boss
'Coz baby got the bum love
And you're only one that I'm thinking of
It don't stop

Don't stop
Don't stop
Love me right
Love me right

Don't stop
Don't stop
Love me right
Love me right

Don't stop


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