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Now what's a player to do? People label me rude I just wanna be inside you like your favorite food Dearly beloved, let's go crazy Purple rain on your parade and let me kiss your paisley park You gimme a condition of the heart Let's pretend we're married just to rip it all apart It's a love bazaar, like, do me baby Like you never done before, who's that lady Cab driver? My Uber says "Arriving Soon" I'm at the cherry in a spoon under the cherry moon From Alphabet Street down to Electric Avenue I'm lookin' for the girl with the Drag-On tattoo And it's a sign of the times, but sometimes It snows in April, let's play in the sunshine Now take a sip and pass until the cup's dry Mini apple pie, you can hear the doves cry Huh, nah, gimmea proper hug Let's dance and celebrate modern love We could shout and let it all out But what happened in the past is not what this is about You've came a long way and it's good to see But here's an S.O.S., just be good to me And I'll be good to you, we can look to do Some things like get together and cook some food To clarify, i'm not shy or an introvert Letras de cancionesThat's a typical stereotype of men at work Different strokes for different folks Sail in the same water, but sittin' in different boats You're breakin', baby, you look confused I'm Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo You're still hangin' out with Cheryl and them? We'd probably been hangin', too, if I was your girlfriend Baby, I'm a star like a alien on Mars Thought I made it far 'til you came and raised the bar Made me wanna play guitar, but I gotta play it off 'Cause I can't play a lick, but I play it off slick Your body got me in a frenzy, I feel it all in my kidneys We litty like Mork and Mindy drivin' through Erotic City (Skrrt) In the bubble Lex ES, left on 94 West Time to flex, got me crushin' on you like The Jets And I don't care where we go, just take me with you Reservations at The Lexington, table for two I feel blessed to be in the presence of so much excellence All this estrogen got me flexin' again I want your lover, my future baby mother, let's see you play up a number Run up a check, ball out and run game on each other Your luxurious appearance got me curious, I'm serious Every time you call my phone I get delirious Tu sais à la fin de la (filé?), comment-ils annoncent qu'ils vont faire une chanson qu'ils ont encore jamais fait auparavant et ils expliquent que c'est le fil de ton quel que la chanson te dira tout-de-suite quoi me dire. Elle est vachement émue, elle attract et dès les premières notes de guitare tu reconnais la chanson, c'est pas d'problème. Et tu vois c'est-a-dire ce qui découvre cette chanson pour la première fois et en même temps témoigne de l'artiste mythique que presse devient sur scène parce mon mal-être à l'impression d'y être, c'est un méchant de poule From Letras Mania