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Tempted

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 05.06.2012

You've been risin' through the flow
You require a little bit more
To excite, you will go
Gettin' busy on the floor

All about the way you move it
When you really got to prove it
Finally you will know
What it is you're turnin' on

I am here to tempt you, oh yeah
Like you know I'm meant to, oh yeah
Devil gonna tempt you, oh yeah
How much do you want to? Oh, oh

Get back to London, comin' undone
When you ride the underground
Some misguidance, breakin' silence
Got your body started now

And you love the way you're movin'
When you really got to prove it
Finally it's what you do
What it is you're turning on

I am here to tempt you, oh yeah
Like you know I'm meant to, oh yeah
Devil gonna tempt you, oh yeah
How much do you want to? Oh, oh

Night is gonna tempt you, oh yeah
Like you know it's meant to, oh yeah
Devil gonna tempt you, oh yeah
Devil gonna tempt you, oh yeah

If you want to know, oh yeah
Do you want to know? Oh yeah
What it is you're turning on
What it is you're turning on

If you want to know
What it is you're turning on
Do you want to know
What it is you're turning on


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