up 'Cause that is the worst thing you can do To someone you love Put her high on a pedestal And tell her when she looks beautiful Tell her when she looks beautiful
There was a man, his paper much longer Whose house is in order Livin' on a whole 'nother level than you Ain't gotta get material things from chicks Frontin
Caught up in life Caught in a mess Caught up in time Caught up in less than Caught up in the things You only want me to do Caught up in not doing Things
Now that I got you Now that I got you I don't need, no I don't need, no People search the world They spend their lives, they waste their time They keep
Butterflies in the sky I feel just like that Thirty five thousand feet I feel just like that Skydivin', freefallin' I feel just like that I feel just
If I had all the time in the world All the words in the books Every possession to lavish you with You still wouldn't understand What could ever be enough
Put your hand up, put your hand up Put your hands up, put 'em up Put your hand in the air if you know you got a good one I got a good one, yeah, I got
Baby Somewhere there's a place for us Maybe not in this universe But we were meant to be in love I'll be free to love you somewhere Maybe there's no
I'm into you Just like you're into me No way we can lose It's how we're meant to be Lover and a best friend I dig your energy You're my centerpiece Us
have it all together But you can't be that perfect So tell me what it is that I'm missin' 'Cause it's gotta be somethin' You tell me I'm beautiful Seems
He'll never yell or raise his voice to me He's so gentle how he handles me He loves me so different It's amazing how he loves me He's my Prince Charming
You're not even far away I know I'll see you soon enough It's love to miss someone so much It sounds so crazy but you're my baby And I know sometimes
Fordítás: Vivian zöld. Szép.
to someone you love Put her high on a pedestal and tell her when she looks beautiful Tell her when she looks beautiful Tell her when she looks beautiful Tell her when she looks beautiful
There was a man, his paper much longer Whose house is in order Livin' on a whole 'nother level than you Ain't gotta get material things from chicks
If I had all the time in the world All the words in the books Every possession to lavish you in You still wouldn?t understand What could ever be enough
