You thought I was So Much in Love with You, yeah Do what you wanna do But now you know, I've changed my mind You thought I was So Much in Love with You
Перевод: Lonely Boys. So Much In Love.
what means more to you Hanging out with me or with your boys Sometimes I do get lonely But no you and no one to hold me You want so much to lay me down
love you and I always will And the thought of bein without you girl, makes me ill I love you, I need ya, I'll clothe ya and feed ya You'll never be lonely
I love the way you move your butt Let's make it happen, you wanna go home with me So I don't wake up in the mornin' all lonely? We can't compromise,
these white boys don't care about you 'Cuz the minute you fall off they'll find another Noreaga And they'll find another Capone-N-Noreaga And they'll find another B-Real So
don't need a man Another heartache relationship I just wanna make sure that you are never lonely If he only knew how much you love him and you care So much
others are so much easier to bear Now to see things clear it's hard enough, I know While you're waiting for reality to show Without dreamin' of the perfect love
me So go on, boys, play your hands Life is a pantomime The ringleaders from the county seat Say,"You don't have all that much time" And the girl with
it means so much to me Though my girl comes from down in Georgia We were up in Tennessee And as we were driving down the highway She asked me baby what's so
you anyway Oh the road it looked so lovely As she stood there on the side And she grew smaller in my mirror As I watched her wave goodbye Those boys
, God is love Girls and boys love God above Love is God, God is love Girls and boys love God above Love is God, God is love Girls and boys love God above
the rent I'm just a happy hooker riding bicycles and boys in the park never was much of a looker but always knew my way around in the dark loving's
love you and I always will And the thought of bein' without you, girl, makes me ill I love you, I need ya, I'll clothe ya and feed ya You'll never be lonely
Forgive me John... You're asking me to do somethin' I can't do It's hard to explain but can't you see my brother loves you I reckon as much as I do
, except for maybe a hiss but that's it, the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, the only man known to turn home boys to tourists. I love the
t talk anymore We don't know what love is for So long as we keep the score We're trying 'cos we don't care anyway There's only so much to say Because
