We've been a little more than just friends And in most cases, that's just where it ends But I took the time to stoke up your flame Can I get a witness to back up my claim Now I'm standing so close to your fire If I say that I quit ya, you can call me a liar
Now, we've been a little more than just friends And where we go now, I guess that depends If I get myself caught up in your scene Black hair, black coffee, and hard nicotine
I can't sleep, I can't eat Need you t' hold my hand So I can cross the street
Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that Sugar in my coffee, oh yeah Makes me mean Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that I'm her silver dollar She's my slot machine Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, well I call her - She's my Nicotine
Now, we've been a little more than just friends And where we go now, I guess that depends
Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that Sugar in my coffee, oh yeah Makes me mean Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that She's my V8 motor I'm her gasoline Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that I'm her silver dollar She's my slot machine Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, she's all that Oh yeah, well I call her - She's my Nicotine
Compositores: Gordie Edmond Johnson, Alexander Brindley Johnson (Alex Johnson) ECAD: Obra #23287186