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What I Like About You

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 27.08.2012

(originally by The Romantics)

Hey, uh huh huh
Hey, uh huh huh

What I like about you, the way you hold me tight
Tell me I'm the only one, wanna come over tonight, yeah

You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about you

What I like about you, you really know how to dance
When you go up, down, jump around, think about true romance, yeah

You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you

Wahh!

Hey!

What I like about you, you keep me warm at night
Never wanna' let you go, know you make me feel alright, yeah

You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you [whispered]
That's what I like about you [whispered]
That's what I like about you [whispered]
That's what I like about you [whispered]

Hey, uh huh huh,
Hey, uh huh huh,
Hey, uh huh huh, hey


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