Still... You Turn Me On Musicology Musical Compositions
Still You Turn Me On Lyrics. Do you want to be a poet, do you want to be my. Do you wanna be the player.
Still... You Turn Me On Musicology Musical Compositions
Web someone get me a ladder do you wanna be the singer do you wanna be the song let me tell you something you just couldn't be more wrong you see i really have to tell you that. Web you could even be the man on the moon do you wanna be the player do you wanna be the string let me tell you something it just don't mean a thing you see it really doesn't matter. Do you wanna be the player. Undercover you could even be the man on the moon. Web still you turn me on hmm, you turn me on do you want to be the pillowwhere i lay my head do you want to be the featherslying in my bed? Web still.you turn me on do you wanna be the pillow where i lay my head do you wanna be the feathers lying on my bed do you wanna be the cover of a magazine create a scene. Web someone get me a ladder do you wanna be the singer do you wanna be the song let me tell you something you just couldn't be more wrong you see i really have to tell you that. Web i ain't even drop no songs, still poppin' i stay with a whole lotta (lil uzi vert) dead men on me, yeah, dead men on me, yeah (yeah) she been feelin' me, 'cause i walked in with her. Do you want to be a poet, do you want to be my. Web let me tell you something it just don`t mean a thing you see, it really doesn't matter when you`re buried in disguise by the dark glass on your eyes though your flesh has.
Web still.you turn me on do you wanna be the pillow where i lay my head do you wanna be the feathers lying on my bed do you wanna be the cover of a magazine create a scene. Undercover you could even be the man on the moon. Web still.you turn me on do you wanna be the pillow where i lay my head do you wanna be the feathers lying on my bed do you wanna be the cover of a magazine create a scene. Web let me tell you something it just don`t mean a thing you see, it really doesn't matter when you`re buried in disguise by the dark glass on your eyes though your flesh has. Do you wanna be the string. Web let me tell you something it just don`t mean a thing you see, it really doesn't matter when you`re buried in disguise by the dark glass on your eyes though your flesh has. Web let me tell you something it just don't mean a thing you see, it really doesn't matter when you're buried in disguise by the dark glass on your eyes though your flesh has. Web someone get me a ladder do you wanna be the singer do you wanna be the song let me tell you something you just couldn't be more wrong you see i really have to tell you that. You turn me on do you wanna be the pillow where i lay my head do you wanna be the feathers lying on my bed do you wanna be the cover of a magazine create a scene. Web do you wanna be the lover of another. Do you want to be a poet, do you want to be my.
