to find for your cars I need you email me love mail we don't use no word no when i need to hear your voice Baby may your kisses chill me send your flowers
Don't call me Gaga I've never seen one like that before Don't look at me like that You amaze me He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart (You little monster
me kitty." Yeah Shake your kitty Shake your kitty (meow) Put your arms around me, babe I'm giving you permission to feel me Shake your kitty Shake your kitty (meow) Put your arms
a trip to your heart Trip to your eyes, trip to your arms Trip to your kiss, trip to your lips Trip to your tongue, trip to your voice Trip to your
the air is leaving you Scream tonight Like the words are new to you Can we go back to the last time my arms could carry you Breathe tonight Youre alive
of time Until you're running back in my arms again Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow I hear you knock on my door And it will be just like before you were
your window Brown grass or green grass, picket fence or barbed wire Never ever put them down, you just lift your arms higher Raise 'em 'til your arms
avec moi The way you move your body out on the floor Drives me crazy Well I could watch you dancing for evermore More you baby Let me feel your body heat in my arms
till I moved on to the wilder side of you When I felt your hungry arms around me When I felt your body wrapped in mine It was like a great big bolt of
're painting your trash gold while you sleep Crashing not like hips or cars No, more like p-p-p-parties This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
ruins One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the
is just to satisfy you When it hurt I ease the pain, girl Caress your frame, get them worries off your brain, girl I'm in your corner do what you want it's your
cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna
maxim with all of our splendor Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender Flow like August, with arms like
't stop girl you know I can't get enough Wanna taste it in the morning when I'm wakin' up Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up Got your arms
yyyeeeeaaaaahhhhhh ohhhh 1 - [R. Kelly] He don't understand you like I do P Diddy - (Westside Remix) No he'll never make love to you like I
Walk upon your functionalism suit and ties They hit the black in 87 until the sun rise I got a pinky ring flow money clip .. The voice box ... get your
I spend dough on these hoes is strippin' She ain't a politician honeys a polotician My president is black, Rolls golden charms 22 inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms