| Oh! |
| My God
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| I said I wasn't well
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| Soon afterwards she comes
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| makes me improve
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| Oh! |
| My God
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| I want to surrender myself too
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| Why does she make me so good
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| Today I'm going to freak out
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| Oh! |
| My God
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| I ask please
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| If this is love
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| So let me know
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| Oh! |
| My God
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| Today she is too much
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| If today she just wants peace
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| war she will have
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| Oh! |
| My God
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| How am I going to tell her
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| That now it's just her I want
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| If everyone who was hers
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| They weren't that sincere.
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| If she goes around the bike world
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| Brother, I take my bike
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| I'm going to the other side
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| Meeting her in Japan
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| She's so crazy, crazy, crazy
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| That Shakira went crazy
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| How can she be cute
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| Even in sweatshirt and cap
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| Love, give me a child
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| Do you know what I'm going to do?
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| I'll teach him to grow
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| find one like you
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| This woman is crazy
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| She runs over like a tank
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| She is the vocal of Sepultura
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| Singing that one from the Skank
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| If we fight is so sad
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| Fight is always punk
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| But then we go from blues to funk
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| Oh! |
| My God
|
| I said I wasn't well
|
| Soon afterwards she comes
|
| makes me improve
|
| Oh! |
| My God
|
| I want to surrender myself too
|
| Why does she make me so good
|
| Today I'm going to freak out
|
| Oh! |
| My God
|
| I ask please
|
| If this is love
|
| So let me know
|
| Oh! |
| My God
|
| Today she is too much
|
| If today she just wants peace
|
| war she will have
|
| Everything I do is just to see
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| Where can this go
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| But I'm just hoping to be
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| With her I get to marry
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| I freak out when she arrives
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| I freak out when she goes
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| I freak out when she gives herself up
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| When she rubs herself and when the clothes fall off
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| I freak out because I hang out with the most stylish babe
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| Why does my hand read your body like braille
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| just informing you
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| If I were graduating I would invite you to the dance
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| It's Michelle Obama with Miley's madness
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| She is the mix of Rihanna with a Nicki, with Ariana
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| It's like a Marilyn born in Copacabana
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| It's a life in a weekend
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| Our romantic dinner is pastel with sugarcane juice
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| I say: Oh! |
| My God
|
| I said I wasn't well
|
| Soon afterwards she comes
|
| makes me improve
|
| Oh! |
| My God
|
| I want to surrender myself too
|
| Why does she make me so good
|
| Today I'm going to freak out
|
| Oh! |
| My God
|
| I ask please
|
| If this is love
|
| So let me know
|
| Oh! |
| My God
|
| Today she is too much
|
| If today she just wants peace
|
| war she will have |