| I can’t tell if I love you baby
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| I don’t know if I should take that chance
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| ‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
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| I can’t seem to stay out of yo' pants
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| So you could be my lady
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| And I’ma be yo' tramp
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| Yeah you out on the run
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| Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
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| Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
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| So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
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| Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay
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| You drive me nuts with that catnip girl
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| Lay you down on that mattress girl
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| Saw that ass and I knew I had to have it girl
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| Quit playin' games, you ain’t Katniss, girl
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| Sex until it’s early like you just ain’t got no worries
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| You and me out on the run, you my Alabama Worley
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| I’m gettin' a rubber and then I’ma fuck her
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| From what I’ve heard I’m a hell of a lover
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| A bit of a dog I guess, ay
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| Shout out to all of my eskimo brothers I’m showin' you what I discovered in yoga
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| Hittin' that pussy in lots of ways
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| Now we’re doggin' turn you over, till you screamin', «Namaste»
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| I can’t tell if I love you baby
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| I don’t know if I should take that chance
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| ‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
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| I can’t seem to stay out of yo' pants
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| So you could be my lady
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| And I’ma be yo' tramp
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| Yeah you out on the run
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| Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
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| Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
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| So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
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| Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay
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| It’s that true romance I, feel like I’m so damn high
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| Rub my fingers down yo' spine and grab you by yo' tan lines
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| I got a dirty mind, I can’t clean it up
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| Listen girl, you just really gotta teach me what you really want
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| So I know how to beat it up
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| No need to be shy with the freaky stuff
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| Baby I don’t want the key to your heart
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| I want you up in the back seat of my car
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| I’m not like all guys that you meet at the bar
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| Come to my world you’ll be back by tomorrow
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| Singin', «Aw, nah, hell nah, y’all been up and gunnin' now»
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| And I don’t gotta be your boyfriend, let’s just fuck around because
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| I can’t tell if I love you baby
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| I don’t know if I should take that chance
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| ‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
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| I can’t seem to stay out of yo' pants
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| So you could be my lady
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| And I’ma be yo' tramp
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| Yeah you out on the run
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| Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
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| Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
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| So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
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| Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Romance , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album Jamo Neat, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп