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Roman Numerals
03:16
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You got it
I don't know what it is
But you have it
Yeah you got it
I don't know what I did
To deserve it
But I got you
We're the perfect fit
Cause you get it
And you got it
And you get it
And you got it
Do you think Neanderthals had pop stars
I guess they'd be rock stars
I guess they'd be heavy metal
What if we could go back to ancient Rome
And introduce the smart phone
They'd be on Tinder
Like if 'Caesar couldn't please her could I get her roman numerals'
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I come creeping up on you
Like I've been there all along
I start singing our favorite song
Or something like that
I'm gonna make love to you
Like in a heavy metal song
How could anything go wrong
With a chorus like this
Nobody tell me about my girl
Nobody tell me about my girl
Nobody tell me about my girl
This time
I can't go to the Met with you
Cause I was working on this song
And it never came along
Or something like that
I'm gonna make up to you
When I sing to you this song
How could anything go wrong
With a chorus like this
Nobody tell me about my girl
Nobody tell me about my girl
Nobody tell me about my girl
This time
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3. |
Deja Vu
03:13
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I like the way you looked into my eyes that night
I finally feel like I have found what
I’ve missed most my life
In the kitchen as I watched you dance
And we swung into that new romantic feeling
I knew it from then, I’d want to see you again
And watch you dancing for the rest of my life
I like the way you wrapped your arms and said your sorry
Not make a scene or be obscene you just
Made an unforgettable night
We were banging on the bathroom floor
They were pounding on the patio door
And just like that, it was a matter of fact
That they won’t be coming back anymore
It feels like deja vu, when i’m with you, no matter what we do,
i know we’re gonna make it alright
I like the way you opened up your world to me
I hope I give you what you want cause you
Give me everything that i need
In the eye of the hurricane
There was a break in the wind and the rain
And as the waves crashed, and we watched the storm pass
It was you who was sweeping me away
It feels like deja vu, when I’m with you, no matter what we do,
I know we’re gonna make it alright
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Innocent (In A Sense)
03:19
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All is fine, all is well
All is whatever it’s too early to tell
All is right, all is wrong
All is whatever will get this along
You said you wanted a part in it
And that you’d put your whole heart in it
So we’d meet in the afternoon
And plan our next rendezvous
And even though that we gave it our all
And had more connects than Tammany hall
We still crashed like a cannonball
Oh it was a free-for-all
We were innocent, in a sense
An autumn breeze, a cool, calm, night
We practiced with ease time to go get it right
Heading out, driving south
Now’s not the time to be freaking out
You said you wanted a piece in it
But you couldn’t find peace in it
We said goodbye in the afternoon
And planned to meet at the rendezvous
And we gave it our all in it
So it’s not all our fault, is it?
No it’s not all your fault in it
No it’s not all my…
We were innocent in a sense
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