Sangtekst: Irma. Letter To The Lord. Watching Crap On Tv.

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You got me smoking like a chimney top
You got me checking my cell phone
You got me going crazy with everything
You got me confused when you use me
You got me acting like a child (I say you got me)
You got me over excited inside (I say you got me)
You got me acting clumsy, so ridiculous
You got me acting like a fool

You got me proud to be your pretty babe
You got me writing you love songs
You took me on and leave me sad, alone
You got me writing you love songs
You got me waiting, running, crying, watching all kind of crap on TV
And I still want you around me
Around me, around me, around me

You got me feeling I?m not good enough (I say you got me)
You got me hiding from my family (I say you got me)
You got me down on my knees, so ridiculous (I say you got me)
You got me losing my mind

You got me proud to be your pretty babe
You got me writing you love songs
You took me on and leave me sad, alone
You got me writing you sad songs
You got me waiting, running, crying, watching all kind of crap on TV
And I still want
You got waiting, running, crying, watching all kind of crap on TV
And I still want
You got waiting, running, crying, watching all kind of crap on TV
And I still want you around me
Heyyyyy
Around me, ooh around me, ooh around me, ooh you got me.

(Merci a Berry Clothilde pour cettes paroles)