You look like the kind of a person that could have a conversation without making a sound You look like the kind of a person instegating bad behavior when we're hanging around You look like the kind of a person who would take me to a party on the wrong side of town You look like the kind of a person that's down
*And when I see you walking down the street kinda guy I'd like to meet wont you give it to me When I see you driving in your car looking like a fucking star wont you give it to me Rock those blue jeans baby Rock those blues Make me feel like I'm brand new
You speak its like everyone listens and it's not because they want to but because you're insane I take on the role of submission right away
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Maybe this could be right, maybe this could be wrong, but it surely is no dissapoinment. Boy I feel like my flower opened up to the sun, and the sky up above!
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Compositores: Robert Wells, Amie Michel Miriello (Amie M Miriello) ECAD: Obra #2566026